I'm not a fan of the British colonialists, but I think they instilled an important tradition upon finding out that tea leaves brewed in hot water actually are pretty awesome, that the time out for a cuppa is oh so very special.
The Chinese and Indians were on to something when they brewed the naturally growing leaves as an alternative to water purification -- the Europeans can have their beer, tea has way more antioxidants anyway.
In a very obtuse way this sums up why there is so much to love about tea. Tea was such a coveted substance that people would be rolling in cash for procuring it en masse... lots of stress involved, a bit ironic now that we drink to unwind.
As you can see in the photo, an oldie but a goodie: Irish Breakfast, complete with a tea bag holder on the cup, which is a mad invention MH Esquire approves of muchly.
The Mad Hatter has always advocated in a convoluted manner that drinking tea is good for you... surely this is one way that yours truly can keep their volatile moods and crazy tendencies in check, though rest assured, I am still mad.
This blog shall hereby document the adventures of the Mad Hatter and the March Hare in the realm of all that is edible and drinkable.
Monday, March 23, 2009
A Cup to End All Wars
Labels:
ceremonies,
i love the irish,
irish boys on toast,
irish breakfast,
T2,
tea
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