Thursday, June 22, 2006
I'm a little teapot
Today disaster struck.
The spout of my favourite teapot dropped off.
Je suis desolee.
There I was minding my own business, waiting for the kettle to boil, when 'plop', there it was gone. Don't get me wrong, I have a hundred back-up teapots (well four actually) but my brown Windsor was my favourite. It is my 'morning' teapot that goes with my 'morning' cup.
Now what am I supposed to do?
'Little Brownie' was just big enough for the required two cups before starting the day. The antique GWR one is so stained that I can't bear the strong taste until 11am and the blue 'Mad Hatter' is for when a large brew is needed, usually when the Gin Co-operative come to call.
I am a modern woman, but teabags don't do the jobby, I need leaves, Assam leaves, from a pot and drunk from a china cup!
Tea, funny thing really, is it still an English thing or have we infected the world with our love of tannic acid.
Tea is a cure-all, the first-aid in an English home. We love a cuppa in the morning, a brew at eleven, we take tea in the afternoon and there can be no other possible accompaniment to fish and chips! Tea without a piece of dry cake or a 'dunked' biscuit would be unthinkable.
tea comes to the rescue when our partner has run off with the trollop down the road and we make tea when we have inadvertently killed the neighbour's guinea pig with rat poison.
So, if anyone has a little brown teapot, with a chip on the lid and a drippy spout, please let me know because I shall be dying of the thirst come the morning!!