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I'm Canadian and we have a long heritage with English things .... especially tea. But our brothers and sisters are American so we have a lot of overlap in our culture.
I grew up in northern Ontario in an indigenous community. Mom and dad were traditional people who were born and raised in the bush. They lived on your old English black tea. We treated it like a survival food and basically cooked it like it was coffee. All my life tea was made by boiling water in a large metal 4 litre tea pot and once there was a rolling boil, you dropped in eight tea bags and let it bubble for a minute until it all turned into a deep reddish liquid. The best tea was always in the first half an hour, after that it was like drinking a really strong coffee.
I drank that from the time I was a baby ... really! I remember seeing mom fill a baby bottle with warm tea, canned milk and a bit of sugar and feed it to my baby brothers. I assume she did the same to me.
Once I started living away from home, I drank less tea and more coffee. But I always love my black tea.
Never order it in a restaurant in Canada. Half the time a cheap little restaurant will just use hot tap water and drop the shittiest tea bag thats been sitting on the shelf for years to make your brew.
The only public place to get good tea is at Tim Hortons, the Canadian coffee chain. They actually make the kind of tea I grew up with, really strong brewed tea that is kept fresh regularly. Their coffee is shit but their tea is excellent .... at least to me.
Thanks for sharing your story. I bet that tea your parents made was also useful for a lot of things. Did they ever make you run on a treadmill afterwards to power a generator?
As a kid, me and every kid around me in the same situation probably drove our teachers insane .... I feel terribly for them when I think about it now. But in the summer time when we were off school, I'd wake up drink a cup of tea, eat some toast and then spend the entire day outside, rain or shine. Starting when I was about seven or eight I'd spend the day on my own. We were surrounded by family so there was never a problem. I'd come home for more tea and supper was always at six, eat for ten minutes and head out again until the sun went down. We have freezing Arctic winters here between the great lakes and Hudson Bay but as a little kid, my parents thought it was normal to just give me a light parka and let me play outside with my friends for hours. I remember being about 11 or 12 and wandering away into the bush in minus 20 degree weather an hour from home with my friends just to say we could do it.
Always made our way back to the house for another cup of tea. That energy drink is basically what powered most of my life. I didn't have a treadmill but I probably traveled thousands of kilometers because of this drink.
Tea .... I'm probably 50% tea at this point in my life ... I've been drinking it since the day I was born.
We've got a passport waiting for you at the border if you're interested
I just serve them yerba matte and watch them get dialed to eleven.
That is only a bit worse than what British people do with their tea. OK, theirs is reasonably fresh, but they let the teabag sit in the pot for ages and they commit the serious, undefendable crime of adding milk.
Milk in Earl grey with honey is just amazing
You drown the flavour of the bergamote oil with the honey, and kill off most of the beneficient ingredients of the tea with the milk. What's the point in using a tea bag in the first place?
Milk only belongs in chai tea
Chai literally means tea. So chai tea is tea tea. It's like pizza pie or ATM machine.