Tea ramblings

[narcasse]

Entirely by accident, which I will later claim was design, I discovered that it is possible to perfect Darjeeling in a mug. You just need to leave it to seep for five minutes instead of three. Though of course you also have to up the proportion of milk added ever so slightly.

Now I need to start working on the perfect cup of Earl Grey because that’s the one that father prefers.

Also, as far as I’m concerned this is so hideous that I’d almost be tempted to go in search of one. Though I do suspect that it might not go down well with certain company.


Edit: On the matter of mugs, it seems that you can brew your tea for three minutes but add more water and a lot less milk instead. Very odd.

Comments

[finferwen.livejournal.com]

O.O That frog is wrong in ways I cannot fully express without resorting to interpretive dance.

Congrats on perfecting Darjeeling In A Mug - I'm assured by persons more proficient in tea-making than myself that it's impossible, so that's really just further proof of your divinity.

Can't say I'd ever consider Earl Grey superior to it, though. Bergamot-scented dishwater spoiling perfectly good tea, if you ask me.

[reichsfreiherr.livejournal.com]

O.O That frog is wrong in ways I cannot fully express without resorting to interpretive dance.

I just had to go look at it again and it never fails to crack me up. It’d be like some kind of Amazonian tree-frog having a shit on your pristine white table-linen.
It almost deserves a drabble.

Interpretive dance? I do worry every time you mention it but of course right now I just can’t stop laughing over that frog again.

[finferwen.livejournal.com]

It almost deserves a drabble.

I'm fairly sure I can write you one, if you don't mind being scarred for life. ~_^

Yes, interpretive dance. Rest assured that I rarely resort to it (having been traumatised by a friend reenacting another friend's birth on top of a table once, but at least the barkeep saw it and gave me a free drink out of sympathy), and prefer to flail like a retarded seagull instead in moments of crisis.

[reichsfreiherr.livejournal.com]

I'm fairly sure I can write you one, if you don't mind being scarred for life. ~_^

“Something, something, something, something, doo-da, doo-da.”

Some trainee teacher once tried to teach us the rudiments of Irish dancing at my junior school once… and I shall leave that threat there. ^_~