if you can't be witty, then at least be bombastic

while picking out a tea this morning we realized that our choices are often random. the only thing i know about my black tea preference is that i don't like earl grey -- to citrusy, too clovey -- but everything else -- what was the difference between irish breakfast and english breakfast? and this ceylon i'd been getting at the middle east market -- did i really like it as much as i'd thought?

so this morning we loaded up four cups with different teas and tried them all, both with (soy) milk and without.

the result? very similar for both of us. twinings irish breakfast #1, pg tips, with its distinctly soapy aftertaste last. they have cute commercials, but i'm glad to discover the queen doesn't really drink it. the celyon was utterly unremarkable, a caffeine delivery vehicle and nothing more. english breakfast, more complex, but slight tannic flavors.



what's your favorite black tea?

(typed entirely with one hand because roswell's asleep on the other. go me.)

trillian_stars and I spent this lovely afternoon running about in the woods.



We found ourselves under a walnut tree in a field. I remember back when I was in third grade my friend scott had several of them in his yard and groups of neighborhood kids would fill our pockets with walnuts (as a fruit it's a lot like a rock hard apple) and bring our own tin trash-can lid and have enormous walnut wars.

Ah, those were the days. When getting whacked in the head with a walnut was not only an acceptable way to spend an afternoon, it was exhilarating. Now that I'm a grownup, I don't throw walnuts at people much anymore. But now I can juggle. Trillian captured the auspicious moment on mah ifone.



I'm off to finish a super technical Videomaker article and also tomorrow's big blog post about the Dalai Lama.

Be swell.



Add me as a friend on LiveJournal, Add me on Facebook, Follow me on Twitter.