I don't know what's so much special about a proper 'glass' (available at most of the wayside tea stall just anywhere in Kerala - not 'cup', it kills the joy of having tea) of STRONG tea. Strained (well, it could be the most dangerous part - to ask the chap who makes it for you to give it back strained - But I HATE the layer of butter that forms on the top and the white ones that get in along with the milk and swim around all over the glass - they look like dirty white torn linen flowing in muddy water - so straining is a must!) and spotless. With lots of sugar. With may be a packet of biscuits to go with it. To dip in it and let it melt in your mouth. I love it. Mmmmhh...
But then, the tea I make, PATHETIC...! I am just so hopeless at making tea.
So I always take the safest option out. Sippng hot 'cup' of sweet black coffee. Safe. Ya, as in SAFE! But if you add milk to it, well, I'd rather have plain hot water instead.
But then, the tea I make, PATHETIC...! I am just so hopeless at making tea.
So I always take the safest option out. Sippng hot 'cup' of sweet black coffee. Safe. Ya, as in SAFE! But if you add milk to it, well, I'd rather have plain hot water instead.
holy smoke you just explained the whole damn thing very well lol.. quite picturesque to be honest!
ReplyDeletebtw, I MISS THOSE STRONG ROADSIDE SHOP TEA's ..that 1 tiny little glass of tea would always make my day..I'd even go far to say that its one of the reasons why i'm proud to be Indian n why I luv Kerala ! good old days mate.. =(