March 13, 2012
“As I got older, the tea parties became a bit less one sided, and I learnt that tea always has a language, never more potent than in the “How do you take it?’ early days of courtship.
Carol Ann Duffy says it best, with her “I like the questions – sugar? Milk? – And the answers I don’t know by heart, yet (…)”
How well I remember, the morning cups of half drunk PG, or English Breakfast, the afternoon tempered with a weak sugarless Earl Grey and a biscuit. The things that become second nature in tender dog- eared togetherness which early on feel like the discoveries of Columbus in miniature.”
introduction to Ten Poems About Tea, by Sophie Dahl