Oct 26 2008
in which I become a tea-drinker
Well, it finally happened. I’ve said for a while that I’d like to be the sort of person who drinks tea, I’ve never had much patience for it–even when it smells good, it has almost no flavor or just enough to be bitter, and while I’ve tried to drink it more over the last several months and have got myself to tolerate it in certain varieties, I don’t know that I’ve ever really enjoyed it.
Well, this weekend I was in Great Yarmouth for the Christian Union house party, and I drank a lot of tea, and I know I’ve been fully converted because at one point I actually chose tea over hot chocolate when both were available. As one of the other students said, the British know how to do tea; it’s not even a drink, it’s a way of life. Which is true mostly because I now know why I’ve never liked tea: I’ve always had it straight and felt vaguely guilty if I put honey or something in it. No no no. The way you do tea is with milk and sugar and there’s nothing wrong with that at all. That’s how I take my tea–with milk and sugar–and the fact that I now have a way to take my tea means I’m a tea drinker after all.
