Posts Tagged With: tea

log | go get some tea

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Did you get some tea to sip? Go get it if you haven’t, I’ll wait…

Alright. What kind of tea you got? I’m drinking one from Germany, with, I believe, wild raspberries. It’s very nice. Other than that, how was your day? Or just the whole week? (no, really, comment me about it, or even email me somewhere)

The week here was hectic to say the least. Lots of nonsenses, bothers, anxiety, and other pests in my head and soul. But not all is bad. There were lots of good things too. It’s just much harder to notice those good ones when things seem to fall, aint it?

My monstera plant, for instance, has given me a brand new leaf, and this one’s bigger than my head. I think she likes it here, with me, and that makes me happy all in itself. Someday, when she has many leaves, I will cut one off to press-dry and frame it. That kind of art might just be my favorite.

Then, my fried asian-style chicken really worked. I don’t particularly enjoy cooking, but I’m pretty good at it, since I both follow the directions given, and can adjust on the spot if the taste’s aint right. Sauce, modified from original that had garlic in it, that I can’t have, worked so well, that I have pre-made a whole for later use. And, speaking of food, today I’ve received a parcel from Germany (yes, that’s where the tea came from), that had so many teas in it! I’m on my third cup, might have another one, we’ll see. There were also sweets in there, among which was this vegan chocolate, and I absolutely love it (I’m trying to replace all I can with vegetarian or vegan options, because giving a little bit is better than giving none, I feel). But most importantly, it had a wonderful postcard!

You likely don’t know this about me… Or, well, you actually might, but I really, truly love receiving postcards. I have a whole stack sitting there, waiting for some album or a wall that I’ll someday dedicate to this glory from all over the world. Friends in strange places, friends in travels, friends just going about their business, I appreciate when they think of me upon finding a nice postcard. It’s just the best.

Do you like postcards? And, do you ever just feel overwhelmed when you start writing postcards? Or even just buying them… Because this person should really get one, and that person should really get one, and, oh, I really can’t forget this wonderful soul… Next thing you know, you’re home, having written a stack, and you’re three short anyway, heh.

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Bookish: Birthday

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This year the birthday went well. I think the curse is officially lifted, for meteor didn’t fall on my head, all the presents and wishes were very thoughtful, and I got enough tea to last me a month. Two if you don’t drink buckets the way I do.

I love this picture because: see the candy down there? I bought a few packs to use as package fillers for some people. And none was left for me. It was nice to receive one from someone else thus! (I really like this kind, just letting you know)

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Mondays | For Books

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Lovelies from Germany | Thanks to Yrdenne

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Victoria Wood’s Nice Cup of Tea

I just began watching something brilliant. It’s a documentary type of series called “Victoria Wood’s Nice Cup of Tea“. This 59-year old lady, a true British one, figures she needs to get out there and find out so how this marvelous drink became something as important for a British person as it is today. They drink billions of cups a year, around three cups of tea for every cup of coffee, but origins do not lay in British Islands.

In Britain tea began it’s life from the fanciest of the fancy houses, for only the rich could afford something from strict China, where tea was first grown into plantations from three main, still existing tea trees. Those, according to legend, grew from Buddha’s eyelids, when one day in meditation he accidentally fell asleep and thus tore his lids off and threw them to the wind. From them tea trees grew and apparently we drink it.

China was keeping it’s secrets and no infiltration could help a poor british man, for this poor british man didn’t really figure one fact – all tea comes from one plant. Black tea is simply ran through full oxidation, while others – not so much. Tea is plucked by three to four leafs of a little branch of a little tree which is trimmed so that chinese ladies would be able to do this delicate work. Then the leafs are dried and toasted, depending on what sort of tea it will be. Afterwards it had to travel thousand of miles if not more, towards the sea and from there – further on to Britain. No wonder it was so expensive, right? British lords and ladies would keep their precious herbs in locked boxes so no servant could get a cup.

Problem was, Brits were thirsty and China didn’t want a damn thing from them in return for the gold-costing tea. Thus here a British man looks around and oh, look, India! Lads, we solved the problem. Here starts the opium wars, for from India to China, all for the precious tea, traveled packs of opium. High on the drug people couldn’t work, but they wanted it anyways. Chinese emperor tried to stop it all, but here is where British won their tea for a wider range of people. They won a tiny little piece of China, but it wasn’t the matter. The matter what, that this piece had the secret to tea! Wonders!

Never the less, tea was still quite expensive, for not that much of it could be produced by hands and depending on China for something whole country wants – well, that’s just not right. But wait… What is that Indian man drinking with his opium? Yes, what’s that brown water? Is that?…

Odd large trees of which branches were chopped while sitting on the back of an elephant. Those branches would then be cleaned by ladies at the bottom. And the flavor oddly bitter and so strong. It took ten years for a British man to say – Yes, this is indeed tea! Lads, lets take it home!

Industrialization began. They wanted lots of tea, tea for everybody, every Brit, small and old, poor and rich, tea, tea, tea! And they had it. Strong and fine, suitable to be mixed with milk and sugar. Afteral, while taking tea with power, they still gave something in return. In India tea is served a bit different. Well, alright, very differently than that in Britain, but never the less, they love it, and all thanks to the Brits. And their own tea brought everyone together, didn’t it? For after all, you have to ask thy companion – sugar? Milk? Lemon? And how about a biscuit? Feeling sad? Cup of tea. Belly ache? Here, cup of nice tea. Head, flu? Tea. Tea solves all the problems. And that all we figure from barely very first serie. So I say – heck, make yourself some tea and start watching. It’s marvelous.

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