Teacups
March 4th, 2010I got this wonderful set at the local antique market today. They’re french made transluscent milk glass, glazed in these beautiful pastel colours, from the 1960s.
There are a few british habits I took on immediately as soon as I moved here, for example complaining about the weather all the time, even though I actually like rain. And there are others I thought I could never, ever get into, like their perverse obsession with tea. And I did pretty well, for three years. But then there was this one night, it was snowing, and it was incredibly cold, and I went to someone’s house and they offered me a cup. And it was so warming, so comforting, it converted me overnight. Now I drink a good few cups a day.
My favourite is Earl Grey and Masala Chai. These taste great with milk that I love, and they don’t need sugar which is good because I eat too much of it as it is. I hate English breakfast tea, and I hate Darjeeling. They taste like you soaked cigarette butts in water. Not really into herbal tea at the moment but I’ve learnt to never say never…
The english have TERRIBLE food. But there’s one thing they do well and that’s tea cakes. “Cream tea” is tea accompanied with scones topped with clotted cream and jam. Incredibly fatty, incredibly delicious.






Back to London as of yesterday, and it greeted me with ear-hurting, hand-numbing cold, and rain that has not stopped since I landed! Athens was hot and sunny. I’ve always found people who complain about the UK weather annoying, but honestly, there comes a point that it becomes too much. And now, after 3 years here, I’m finding it a bit too much.






















