Tea snobbery revisited

You all know that I like my tea. Well, guess who else was in the tea club long before I was a speck of poppy seed in my great-great-great grandmother's kolache? ENGLAND. Shocking, I know.

From this spectacular AskMe thread, I got to this:

A Nice Cup of Tea, by George Orwell

Obligatory teeny excerpt:
"All true tea lovers not only like their tea strong, but like it a little stronger with each year that passes — a fact which is recognized in the extra ration issued to old-age pensioners."

And:
"Lastly, tea — unless one is drinking it in the Russian style — should be drunk without sugar. I know very well that I am in a minority here. But still, how can you call yourself a true tealover if you destroy the flavour of your tea by putting sugar in it? It would be equally reasonable to put in pepper or salt. Tea is meant to be bitter, just as beer is meant to be bitter."

Hee. That's why I put honey in my tea, George! Honey makes the tea like mead. Which you probably do not/did not like.

Also. In case you were wondering, this, apparently, is a breakfast teacup:

Burleigh Pottery calico cup

Thank you, Mister Orwell. And thank you, England.















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EDIT TO SAY/ETA: I have tested the Orwellian method and I am now extremely hopped up on the weaker amount of caffeine found in tea. What a servant of the Empire.