Monday, March 12, 2012

March 12. Day 72. Tea time

Remember when tea was just tea? The choices were limited. Cup or pot? White or black? One spoon or two?
Today I found myself in not one but two tea shops in the City and the array of choices was dazzling. Hundreds of types of tea and the most gorgeous and extravagant tea pots and cups.
And why should the English and the Irish be the only ones with their own breakfast tea? I could have bought Brisbane Breakfast Tea (black tea with mango) or Melbourne Breakfast Tea (black tea with vanilla) or dozens of others (I stopped asking after that).
Too many choices. Not enough time (or money). The whole experience left me a little overwhelmed. Perhaps a Bex, a cup of tea and a little lie down is in order.

1 comment:

  1. So many choices, I find myself leaning my head to read the names inside each cup.
    I like my Bushells black and strong. In the evening I have been known to indulge in a little Sleepytime® Herbal Tea as well. But I cannot help but wonder what gorgeous geisha tastes like? sweet and sickly is my first guess.