Junkie Addict TA
I have a problem. I am an addict. Time has come to admit it to myself. Worse, I am a conneseur sort of addict. I am very picky about the origin of my drug of choice. If it isn't sold from an Asian market or Gevalia I am in serious doubt about its quality. I've even turned my sweet, unsuspecting girlfriend into a drug runner; she gets me my stash from California and has no clue what she's doing. Yes. I, Pallas "Rinliel" LJ-user, am a tea addict. Tea Anonymous.
Black, green, rooibos red, white, jasmine, Royal Kwan Yin, Bo Neh, oolong... I love them all. I need them all.
We have tea at work, but since we only have a micro I am in a bit of a "sticky wicket," or some other appropriate British saying. There's something odd tasting about micro-tea. Maybe it's the way the molecules are moving. Nothing reaches a true boil in microwave machines; but things do overheat. My green tea tasted a bit like an old sponge last time.
Today when I went home for lunch hour I was having such a bad tea craving I made a cup of Kwan Yin and went about with a junkie's high look in my face. Thank you
nekarai. ...Could I trouble you for another run for when you go to the Market next time? Pretty please? With tea leaves on top? I'll even send some moolah so you can buy some balls to suck... tapioca balls in milk tea, that is. ...Wait, that's even worse. Forget I said anything.
(Gevalia Tea. Jasmine green's the best.)
In my drug euphoria I decided to do a little gardening as the blossoms were looking a little wilted. I deflowered the geraniums, all twelve of them. It is the solstice, after all.
Black, green, rooibos red, white, jasmine, Royal Kwan Yin, Bo Neh, oolong... I love them all. I need them all.
We have tea at work, but since we only have a micro I am in a bit of a "sticky wicket," or some other appropriate British saying. There's something odd tasting about micro-tea. Maybe it's the way the molecules are moving. Nothing reaches a true boil in microwave machines; but things do overheat. My green tea tasted a bit like an old sponge last time.
Today when I went home for lunch hour I was having such a bad tea craving I made a cup of Kwan Yin and went about with a junkie's high look in my face. Thank you
nekarai. ...Could I trouble you for another run for when you go to the Market next time? Pretty please? With tea leaves on top? I'll even send some moolah so you can buy some balls to suck... tapioca balls in milk tea, that is. ...Wait, that's even worse. Forget I said anything.
(Gevalia Tea. Jasmine green's the best.)
In my drug euphoria I decided to do a little gardening as the blossoms were looking a little wilted. I deflowered the geraniums, all twelve of them. It is the solstice, after all.