This post will be short and simple. The English love tea. I don’t have much else to say about it, but I can’t glaze over that important and deeply ingrained tradition as I reflect on my English lessons. For a while, I insisted the English love for tea was a direct parallel to the United States’ love for coffee. It’s not.
And as an outsider, the tea culture remains difficult to grasp. Some key points about tea I picked up on: It’s comforting. It’s social. It’s ritualistic. Some ways of drinking it are slightly more acceptable than others, but as long as you drink it, you’re safe. I met a girl in Oxford who said she doesn’t trust an English person that doesn’t like tea. I’m not sure I would either, after wtinessing its central role in their daily lives. I might question their Englishness a bit… Also, what we would specify as “English Breakfast” is “tea” there, no need for specification unless you want something fruity or green or Earl Grey. Tea is what you drink in England. The end.
Although England did not turn me from my coffee-obsessed ways, it did inspire me to purchase this beauty when I moved back last fall. It’s called a kettle. And, no, I didn’t know that before I moved to Oxford.