I drink tea, every now and then.
I drink Earl Grey with milk 'you're not meant to do that.'
I like tea, milk, sugar.
Or tea and sugar.
Or just tea.
I'm fussy with my ocha 'green tea', ever since I had it powered at a tea ceremony thrown for my Japanese class in college at the Japanese embassy; Ever since then it's been like this:
The year was 1968. We were on recon in
a steaming Mekong delta. An overheated private removed his
flak jacket, revealing a T-shirt with an iron-on sporting the
"Up With Mini-Skirts."
Well, we all had a good laugh, even though I didn't quite
understand it. But our momentary lapse of concentration
allowed Charlie to get the drop on us.
I spent the next three years in a POW camp, forced to subsist
on a thin stew of fish, vegetables, prawns, coconut milk, and
four kinds of rice. I came close to madness trying to find it
here in the States, but they just can't get the spices right.
... I can't find powered ocha anywhere.