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darkemeraldsI love a cup of tea. Nothing fancy, just a black tea of some kind, brewed in a pot and served British style, with sugar and rich milk in a ceramic cup.
You can't get a good cup of tea at any of the coffee places in Portland (because they don't seem to understand the concept of boiling water). There are tea places, but they are very tea-chesty and wafty and superiorly Asian-themed, and tend to look at you a little askance if you want sugar, let alone milk, as if their concept of ceremony is quite spoiled by dairy.
So I make tea at home. The thing is, I don't generally crave tea unless I'm coming down with a cold. So here I sit, sneezing and feeling a bit off, with a pot of Chinese black tea, and the bowl of sugarcubes that I keep in the freezer so that it's not a bowl of ants, and a pitcher of half milk, half cream, and a nice hot cuppa, and I just know I'm going to be sicky-girl by Thursday.
Damn.
*pours another cup*
You can't get a good cup of tea at any of the coffee places in Portland (because they don't seem to understand the concept of boiling water). There are tea places, but they are very tea-chesty and wafty and superiorly Asian-themed, and tend to look at you a little askance if you want sugar, let alone milk, as if their concept of ceremony is quite spoiled by dairy.
So I make tea at home. The thing is, I don't generally crave tea unless I'm coming down with a cold. So here I sit, sneezing and feeling a bit off, with a pot of Chinese black tea, and the bowl of sugarcubes that I keep in the freezer so that it's not a bowl of ants, and a pitcher of half milk, half cream, and a nice hot cuppa, and I just know I'm going to be sicky-girl by Thursday.
Damn.
*pours another cup*
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