Had a really good Rucola salad with goat cheese tonight, and I wanted to share something you might not expect on a teablog. I had a green tea after my meal. Normally, I'd go on and on about the name and how it tasted. I'd try and be as descriptive as Sir William or Asiatic Fox when they describe what they taste in their tea. I'd mention grass or whatever. I'm sure I would mean it too, but this time I was enjoying a completely nondescript green tea.
For a brief few minutes, I wasn't a tea nut. No blog. No tea friends. Just a guy digesting a goat cheese salad. And drinking a green tea.
Don't misunderstand-I enjoy doing the blog...I feel like I'm part of a subset of social media. If you know many people who do twitter, you've seen the hierarchy of the tea intelligentsia.
They make it easier to get into tea, but insist that it has to be just so. That they haven't called me out here and taken away my blogger license yet is a testament to how lax the rules are. Let me recap my blogposts I've enjoyed the most.
Although the few times I've posted fiction, it hasn't been particularly well-received. I liked asking about whether tea improved one's prowess in the boudoir. That got reasonable response. So does the reaction when I come up with fantasy in which I have tea with real life people (living or dead). I still like my religion post in which I try to pin which teas correspond to which religious beliefs.
If you think the variety of tea-related stuff I parade out here is heavy on the parade and light on the tea, you should feel fortunate that you don't see what ends on the cutting room floor.
It's not pretty.