For The Love of Tea

I love tea. No really. I'm not just fond of having a spot of tea now and then, I fucking LOVE tea. I probably drink a half gallon of the stuff daily. It may have something to do with the fact that I'm part English, part Irish or the fact that some folks in my family way-back-when were Dutch merchants who actually brought back ships full of the stuff from the East Indies. Whatever the cause, it doesn't change the fact. I was brought up drinking tea and I'll continue doing so until I cark it.

I'll drink almost any kind of tea. Almost. Tea in a can, however... that is just so wrong on so many levels. The first time I ever had the misfortune of tasting, not drinking, for it's such utter shite that I couldn't actually drink it, was when I was a child and was tricked into going out on a boat (something else I now have an aversion to) with some relatives.

We were out just off of Ft. Lauderdale. It was hot like hell and I was bored to tears. Bad combination for me since when you are bored and in a boat all you can concentrate on is the rocking. And rocking. And more nauseating rocking. I must've been a nice shade of green when someone finally asked me if I was alright and would I like something to drink. Well, what was offered was that shite. Sweetened, with lemon. Tastes nothing like tea... I don't know where they get off calling it such. Horrible, vile, revolting, swill. It only made me sicker. What a horrible experience! It forever cured me from going on boats or drinking "tea" from cans.

I just don't understand how anyone can drink "tea" from a bottle or can. It's so disgusting and chemically tasting! What's wrong with brewing your own? Are people really that lazy? You'd rather poison yourselves with chemicals than spend a few minutes to make something delicious and healthy? Gah, go learn something!