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Topic: George Orwell's instructions for making the perfect cuppa.
Father Dave !RsSxeehGwc started this discussion 2 months ago#124,705
"Use tea from India or Ceylon (Sri Lanka), not China. Use a teapot, preferably ceramic. Warm the pot over direct heat. Tea should be strong, six spoons of leaves per litre. Let the leaves move around the pot. No bags or strainers. Take the pot to the boiling kettle. Stir or shake the pot. Drink out of a tall, mug-shaped teacup. Don’t add creamy milk. Add milk to the tea, not vice versa. No sugar!”
Thanks Merrin, I'll try that later today when I have my toast and marmalade!
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FUCK OFF Merrin, nobody cares about your SHITTY socialist beverage advice.
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Anonymous B joined in and replied with this 2 months ago, 1 hour later[^][v]#1,354,544
i am not surprised in the least that a socialist would have retarded opinions regarding tea.
Anonymous C joined in and replied with this 2 months ago, 1 hour later, 2 hours after the original post[^][v]#1,354,557
I find with Americans you have to stress the point about the water boilING... otherwise they tend to interpret this as "boiled" and end up serving you undrinkable luke-warm crud.
Erik !saAqdaazn2 joined in and replied with this 2 months ago, 23 minutes later, 3 hours after the original post[^][v]#1,354,559
George orwell would never use "litre"
Erik !saAqdaazn2 double-posted this 2 months ago, 1 minute later, 3 hours after the original post[^][v]#1,354,560
@1,354,557 (C)
Boiling water just burns tea and coffee.
tteh !MemesToDNA joined in and replied with this 2 months ago, 2 minutes later, 3 hours after the original post[^][v]#1,354,561
@1,354,559 (Erik !saAqdaazn2)
'I arst you civil enough, didn't I?' said the old man, straightening his shoulders pugnaciously. 'You telling me you ain't got a pint mug in the 'ole bleeding boozer?'
'And what in hell's name is a pint?' said the barman, leaning forward with the tips of his fingers on the counter.
'Ark at 'im! Calls 'isself a barman and don't know what a pint is! Why, a pint's the 'alf of a quart, and there's four quarts to the gallon. 'Ave to teach you the A, B, C next.'
'Never heard of 'em,' said the barman shortly. 'Litre and half litre -- that's all we serve. There's the glasses on the shelf in front of you.
'I likes a pint,' persisted the old man. 'You could 'a drawed me off a pint easy enough. We didn't 'ave these bleeding litres when I was a young man.'
'When you were a young man we were all living in the treetops,' said the barman, with a glance at the other customers.
Father Dave !RsSxeehGwc (OP) replied with this 2 months ago, 23 minutes later, 3 hours after the original post[^][v]#1,354,562