Teabags, however, have their other uses: not just (I believe) to place on fevered brows and sore eyes (having now had a headache for three tense beginning of semester days, I'm almost tempted to try, but don't really want to spend what remains of this evening scented with Lapsang suchong). And one can wring them out and then tint paper in the residue, and in other ways use them for various arty projects that it would be lovely to have the time to take on board - even and including, painting on used, dismantled teabags themselves.
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
There's something decidedly perverse about being English and not liking Tea, unless one counts mint tea and rosehip tea and ginger tea and all the other kinds of Teas that make my mother faintly anxious that I may be a loony cat lady. I used to drink tea twice a term, in Oxford, in the Graduate Studies meetings - it arrived on a trolley, with some very predictable biscuits, around 3 p.m., and was a welcome relief from tedium. But that was about enough for me, and it's a beverage that I'm always trying to manoeuver around on social occasions.