On Saturday, Jonah and I went to Bosie Tea Parlor in the West Village. He opted for a scone and Earl Grey, and I went all out with the full tea service for one. Baffled by the idea of a cucumber sandwich, Jonah asked me why I liked stuff like this. "Because I'm a girl," I said before taking a huge unladylike gulp of coconut black tea. The mini cakes and triangle sandwiches may be a bit twee for some, but it takes me back to my childhood tea parties, sitting on pillows with an upside-down Lego container acting as the table and a pot of sweet tea warmed in the microwave as the main attraction. Like most things centered around food and nostalgia, it makes me happy.