Sunday, March 1, 2009
Misremembrance of Things Past
I used to work the night shift in the word processing center of a global investment bank with a lovely Pakistani Englishwoman. She would start every evening with a cup of Twinings Prince of Wales tea, taking her own tea bag to the cafeteria and filling a styrofoam cup with hot water, sugar, and milk. She made it for me, too, and it was the most delicious thing I'd ever drunk. I tried to duplicate this beverage at home today, even going so far as to brew it in a Spode china cup, but it ended up tasting like sweet dirt. Is there a trick to this, or am I misremembering how ambrosial it was?