No tea

[louiselux]

I just drank a can of red bull cola as a substitute for tea, because there's no milk. It's not working. I need tea.

The reason there's no milk is that I just spent my last money-- the money I was going to use to buy milk-- on a giant envelope, which the post office lady made me pay for in actual cash, even though I was paying for some other things with my card. I wanted to say 'but I need this money for milk, so I can have a cup of tea' but I did not. I submissively handed over my milk money.

WHY?

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[new-kate.livejournal.com]

My grandma serves tea in fine china cups, with silver spoons and gold-rimmed saucers so thin that if you hold them up against a lamp you can see light streaming through them. She uses loose leaf and infuses it with briar rose berries or linden tree flowers to add a little warmth to the flavour. So naturally I can't stop drinking it, and it drives her nuts, because instead of relaxing into nice cosy gossip session she has to keep making tea and I keep bolting to the bathroom. After a couple of hours she inevitably says: "No, that's enough tea for you. It's meant to be savoured, not guzzled like beer! Next thing you'll be putting milk in it or something!"
I still don't have the heart to tell her the truth about England and milky tea, and especially about that demonic practice of putting teabags in the teapot that we gleefully indulge in here.

[louiselux.livejournal.com]

Kaaaaaate, you are here! *hugs*

Don't tell her that, she'll disown you! Sainsbury's Red Label teabags, strong-but-milky, three sugars to blot out any remaining tea flavour, these things are the Devil's inventions. It's a world away from infusing rosehips and flowers and savouring.