My first cuppa

Ok, so it's not really my first cuppa. I'm very much a tea drinker and have been for years. I'm coming to the end of my PhD (entering year five!) and possibly coming to the end of my time in the UK. We just don't know if we are staying or not. In any case, I've come to the realisation that my tea cupboard is stuffed and if we do have to pack up and head back to Canada, I won't be bringing it all with me.

So, I decided to get going on drinking the tea, and to remind myself of what I have and what I like about it. This morning, I think I'll start with a cup of Twinings Irish Breakfast Tea. I'm in the mood for something strong. I love the tightly furled little leaves of this tea. It's one that should never be confined in tea bags. Tea really just doesn't belong in bags, but I understand why some people like it better that way - sometimes you just want a cuppa, now and without a fuss.

Anyway, this dark and smokey breakfast tea just begs for milk and honey. Although, I'll admit that for me, most teas beg for milk and something sweet. I'm bad that way. The current jar of honey is a particularly complex New Zealand eco-forest honey, thick and sweet. I only use a tiny bit or it completely overpowers the tea.

Looks like the Irish Breakfast tea is nearly used up. Just two cups left, so I guess I'd best leave it for my husband as it is one of his favourites.

Yum. You feel the warmth of a good cup of tea all the way through.