There is Something in my Tea!
On the train â€“ on the train â€“ on the train â€“ and yowza! Somebody put milk into my tea. On Saturdays, I have the privilege of getting to shop in the little train station shop â€“ which happens to close before my normal weekday train. It is a tiny store which has a tough time fitting two people side-by-side and that leads to it having a very limited selection of treats. One of the things that they werenâ€™t able to fit into the confines was lemon juice for the tea. Now â€“ Iâ€™m not sure if you have ever seen me make â€œhotâ€ tea â€“ but a pretty fair amount of sugar goes into the cup to make a sweet sweet concoction â€“ a sweet sweet treat â€“ and normally I love to drop some lemon into the mix to push the azucar back a smidge. Well â€“ today â€“ there was no lemon (at this place â€“ there is never any lemon) and so I decided to try the trick of cutting back on the sugar and then adding some milk (2% in case you were worried about my fat intake). I have to say . . . it is really tasty â€“ and probably about as close as you are going to find me coming to drinking (blech) coffee (which is gross).
It kind of feels like I have a secret in my cup that no one else knows anything at all about (excepting you guys â€“ that is â€“ but we are totally cool â€“ so letâ€™s keep it on the low-low) â€“ and not only just that â€“ but a new taste to add to my repertoire. I canâ€™t wait to get the opportunity at some restaurant â€“ or something â€“ where I am in the mood to get faux-snooty and ask the waiter for some milk for my tea that I will be having with my scone â€“ or whatever â€“ and then finish the whole scene off by daintily picking up the tea cup â€“ pinky finger out (of course) and enjoying what the night has to offer.