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icepixieFall blew in last night, apparently. It never broke 70, and was overcast all day. Reminded me very much of England, only about ten degrees warmer.
I like fall, though, so this doesn't bother me. I'm eagerly awaiting all the nice photos I'll be able to take of the maples around campus.
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I've spent a good portion of the day reading about tea for my paper, so of course when I went to the market for milk, I was overwhelmed with the urge to buy some. (My box of Ceylon is running out, so it was a valid purchase!) I got Darjeeling this time, 'cause you always read about it in novels about fancy Victorians, and it sounded nifty. Sadly, it's a bit more astringent than I was expecting (and I only steeped it for ten minutes instead of my usual twenty!). Not undrinkable, but less thrilling than I'd hoped. I'm amazed that I can taste much of a difference, though; the Ceylon tastes pretty much like English Breakfast Tea, which is essentially Tesco tea, as far as I can tell. Oh, wait, I forgot: Irish Breakfast is different. It's actually rather vile.
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The other portion of the day was spent on the Gap Trail with Ellen and Chandra, playing on the steam engine they have sitting there (ringing the bell!) and poking about on the trestle bridge and down by the Kokosing. I managed to completely cover my shoes in mud, because I'm brilliant like that, but they washed off pretty well in the shower afterwards. We saw a doe and four baby deer come out of the woods about forty yards in front of us and hang out on the trail for a good three minutes or so. I took pictures, but sadly, I had to zoom all the way out to get them, and they're consequently pretty blurry. Most of my photographs from today are pretty sad, actually; I'd hoped the gloomy day would make the bridge look all mysterious, but it just made it look kind of washed out. *sigh*
Ah, well. Must go read more about the tea trade now.
I like fall, though, so this doesn't bother me. I'm eagerly awaiting all the nice photos I'll be able to take of the maples around campus.
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I've spent a good portion of the day reading about tea for my paper, so of course when I went to the market for milk, I was overwhelmed with the urge to buy some. (My box of Ceylon is running out, so it was a valid purchase!) I got Darjeeling this time, 'cause you always read about it in novels about fancy Victorians, and it sounded nifty. Sadly, it's a bit more astringent than I was expecting (and I only steeped it for ten minutes instead of my usual twenty!). Not undrinkable, but less thrilling than I'd hoped. I'm amazed that I can taste much of a difference, though; the Ceylon tastes pretty much like English Breakfast Tea, which is essentially Tesco tea, as far as I can tell. Oh, wait, I forgot: Irish Breakfast is different. It's actually rather vile.
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The other portion of the day was spent on the Gap Trail with Ellen and Chandra, playing on the steam engine they have sitting there (ringing the bell!) and poking about on the trestle bridge and down by the Kokosing. I managed to completely cover my shoes in mud, because I'm brilliant like that, but they washed off pretty well in the shower afterwards. We saw a doe and four baby deer come out of the woods about forty yards in front of us and hang out on the trail for a good three minutes or so. I took pictures, but sadly, I had to zoom all the way out to get them, and they're consequently pretty blurry. Most of my photographs from today are pretty sad, actually; I'd hoped the gloomy day would make the bridge look all mysterious, but it just made it look kind of washed out. *sigh*
Ah, well. Must go read more about the tea trade now.
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Date: 2005-09-18 04:49 am (UTC)I was surprised at how strong the Darjeeling was. Ceylon is definitely weaker, IMO. I can even tell that it's just a miniscule bit weaker than English Breakfast. Usually, I let a bag of those steep for 20 minutes, whereas the Darjeeling was kind of icky after just 10.
I like Irish Breakfast probably more than English, but I like a strong cup of tea.
I'm all about strong (see the steeping times above *g*), but the two times I had Irish Breakfast, I couldn't get over how bitter it was. I usually add a ton of sugar and a little milk, but they did nothing for those cups.
I think I tried Earl Grey once, but it was before I discovered the virtues of milk in tea, so that may be why I hated it so then. PG Tips is nice...it tastes exactly like English Breakfast and/or Tesco tea to me.
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Date: 2005-09-18 06:05 am (UTC)Yeah. Earl Grey is an aquaired taste, definitely. I know very few people who like it. I don't put any milk or anything in my tea. Only sugar. I tell people I like my tea like I like my men: strong and sweet. :)
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Date: 2005-09-18 06:54 am (UTC)It tastes all watery if I let it go any less than that. Not enough flavor in those teabags. *g* (Of course, my family always has iced tea that we let steep ~2 hours for two fo those family-sized teabags in a half gallon of water...)
I don't put any milk or anything in my tea. Only sugar.
Tea without milk is just way too bitter for me. Even with my excessive sugar habit, it needs to milk to cut that last bit of bitterness. (Iced tea excepted, of course.)
I tell people I like my tea like I like my men: strong and sweet. :)
Hehehe. :)