A cup of the brown stuff, tea was the engine of the Empire, is drug of choice for the United Kingdom and the only thing for which I will get out of a warm bed early.
Over the coming weeks I hope to be sampling a wide variety of teas from the common or (indian) garden varieties to rarely tasted treats.
The first cake recipe was clearly sent to earth by the gods themselves, and humanity has made a hubristic mission of improving the design. It seems a shame not to oblige this brashness with consumption.
Cakes (and for argument biscuits) are a close second only to tea, and I will be devouring them in great quantities shortly..
Truly, biscuits are great with tea, but so too is conversation. It may be slightly less delicious, but can be just as sweet.
This is a resting place for my thoughts, where idle speculation can languish like cold milk circulating in hot tea... I think it's time for a cup.