Monday Feb 26, 2007

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Google tells me I've never made a post detailing just what "highly adulterated" means. So I thought I'd make a random post about it. My apologies if the images are too small to make sense of. If this turns out to be the case for people other than me, I'll repost the images in a larger size (guaranteed to screw up on the SG journal format but that's alright).

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So, this is my new favourite tea.



It's a black from The Oolong Tea House in Calgary, where Michele and Freakpirate and I went on Tuesday night and I spent at least ten minutes sniffing all the jars gleefully. I behaved myself, though, and I only got a small tin of Monk's Blend:



Which, by the by, is officially the tastiest of black teas evar. This may have something to do with the grenadine and vanilla the site tells me it's blended with. It would make a fantastic chai, so now I need a recipe for homemade chai lattes.

Though some would argue that my adulteration might as well be a latte:



In that mug of tea there are about two teaspoons of sugar and enough milk to turn a black tea that colour. That, my loves, is what I call highly adulterated tea. It's kind of funny; for someone who likes tea as much as I do and who has tried as many different kinds as I have, I'm pretty much the opposite of a purist. A friend of mine once nearly gagged watching me put sugar and milk into a green tea with jasmine. I laughed at him. To be fair, though, I don't usually put milk in green teas, because they're usually not bitter, which is one of the main reasons I put milk in tea in the first place.

Also, if it's a really poor quality random orange pekoe type, I have even been known to use (gasp!) cream.



On a completely unrelated note, here's my agenda for March. The red ink is major assignments, papers, or tests. Black ink is mostly unchangeable stuff. There's also some stuff that's going on there (such as the weekly dinner I think I've mentioned) that's not there yet. Sigh.



And here's April.



On a third note, it's now 5 in the morning and I've just spent an hour mucking about with Photoshop to produce this from the sketch quasievil drew me last year:



And now that I've conclusively proven that I'm goddamn insane, I'm off to bed. In retrospect, conceivably the two mugs of "high caffeine" tea were not a good plan at 1 am.

ETA: quasievil thinks I wasn't clear enough about what highly adulterated really means. So, for those of you who can't be bothered to read a post well enough to catch the italicized words, highly adulterated = a buttload of sugar + a buttload of milk. So there you have it.

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danny_g:
Well son of a bitch. I thought I might have used that one, but I didn't write down the date on my list...

In my defense, I never claimed to suffer from rare conversational difficulties. Common they may be, they remain irritating.

So basically, you give that blog a B-? wink
hearse83:
yeah I don't think anyone should 'have' to take the pill. I mean in a perfect world, I definitely wouldn't want dasha to take it because it does increase your risk of a lot of problems. But in her case; it decreases one MAJOR problem, that, like I said, she's almost sure to get if she doesn't use the pill, which is apparently the only thing that will reduce her risk of getting this type of cancer. Otherwise, she almost surely will get it, and by the time she's 30 or 35 too. It happened to her mother, and her grandmother, and her aunts, and it's almost certainly going to happen to her.

My sister is the worst offender for using her period as an excuse to be an out and out jerk to me and never appoligze. I thought it was funny when S. said "you're dealing with nurses here" because my mom's a nurse, and she's also one of the worst offenders here, and lets my sister get away with it constantly. It's probably because my mom also thinks it's acceptable to behave completely irreproachable at these times. Actually my Mom has always found it acceptable to be a complete jerk at any time of the month and generally not appologize. Maybe twice ever.

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