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bossymarmalade) wrote2007-09-30 05:41 pm
bossymarmalade) wrote2007-09-30 05:41 pm
my construction outfit "valdezzo brothers olive oil" is poised to help
It's rainy today. I can feel the onset of winter in the rain these days, and have dreadful misgivings about the creeping potential for winter depression in myself. I don't need this! I already get summer depression, isn't that enough in terms of season-related moods?!?
At any rate, I need to go out soon and purchase a tea-cosy. My father will be heading down to Texas in a week or so to meet up with my mother, who is staying at my auntie's in Whitesboro, and she told me to buy a tea-cosy and send it down with dad. Are there truly no places to find a decent tea-cosy in smalltown Texas? How do they keep their teapots warm?
Not that Auntie Ronnie would have run into the problem of cooling teapots before -- she's not big on tea -- but she recently married a lovely Iranian gentleman who drinks a lot more of it. My uncle Bobby is one of Ali Daie's brothers, which is pretty nifty; my other uncles are not nearly so interesting. Except for Uncle Lolly, who we dreaded visiting when we were girls because he and my aunt Doodoo and cousins all lived in a shack in the country, and it was cramped and uncomfortable and had (horrors!) an *outhouse*. Then a few years ago after the parents visited Trinidad, Dad mentioned that Uncle Lolly's fortunes had reversed, and he now owned an enormous mansion and multiple luxury cars and wore gold chains like they'd been bequeathed to him by Mr. T. Upon our incredulous demands for explanations, my poor dear trusting father said, "oh, he's doing a lot of contracting jobs now."
"Dad," said Lori and I as we prodigiously employed air-quotes, "usually, 'contractors' don't become millionaires in a couple of years or get letters from people threatening to kidnap their sons."
"He's very good at his job," our father said haplessly. We left it at that, but whenever we refer to Uncle Lolly's business we use the finger-quotes. I have to admit, it *does* add a little excitement to the family, considering the rest of my uncles teach math or work for Kodak or are petrochemical engineers.
For no good reason, I am craving shark and bake. Actually, there's a very good reason: I haven't had it in years and shark and bake is sublime, yes oui.
At any rate, I need to go out soon and purchase a tea-cosy. My father will be heading down to Texas in a week or so to meet up with my mother, who is staying at my auntie's in Whitesboro, and she told me to buy a tea-cosy and send it down with dad. Are there truly no places to find a decent tea-cosy in smalltown Texas? How do they keep their teapots warm?
Not that Auntie Ronnie would have run into the problem of cooling teapots before -- she's not big on tea -- but she recently married a lovely Iranian gentleman who drinks a lot more of it. My uncle Bobby is one of Ali Daie's brothers, which is pretty nifty; my other uncles are not nearly so interesting. Except for Uncle Lolly, who we dreaded visiting when we were girls because he and my aunt Doodoo and cousins all lived in a shack in the country, and it was cramped and uncomfortable and had (horrors!) an *outhouse*. Then a few years ago after the parents visited Trinidad, Dad mentioned that Uncle Lolly's fortunes had reversed, and he now owned an enormous mansion and multiple luxury cars and wore gold chains like they'd been bequeathed to him by Mr. T. Upon our incredulous demands for explanations, my poor dear trusting father said, "oh, he's doing a lot of contracting jobs now."
"Dad," said Lori and I as we prodigiously employed air-quotes, "usually, 'contractors' don't become millionaires in a couple of years or get letters from people threatening to kidnap their sons."
"He's very good at his job," our father said haplessly. We left it at that, but whenever we refer to Uncle Lolly's business we use the finger-quotes. I have to admit, it *does* add a little excitement to the family, considering the rest of my uncles teach math or work for Kodak or are petrochemical engineers.
For no good reason, I am craving shark and bake. Actually, there's a very good reason: I haven't had it in years and shark and bake is sublime, yes oui.
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Ah, the depths I'll go for cheap laffs.
In Texas, I think they keep their teapots warm with oil.
See second line.
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Oh, honey. Hee! I'd wager the majority of Americans--and especially southerners and Texans--would have no idea what on earth a tea cosy was. Once you explained it to them, the bafflement would continue. A pot? Warm? Huh?
If you order tea in most restaurants in Texas, it will come in a glass with ice. If you want hot tea, you'll get a cup of hot water and a bag of Lipton's. When they ask if you want a refill, they'll pour more hot water and expect you to use the same bag. We are tea heathens (at least to hear my English grandmother tell it). ;)
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Just to defend my geographical area, for some reason.
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:(
I found a recipe off the internet last year. I might have to try and make it myself. But it just won't be the same.
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And yeah, making it yourself just isn't the same. I think eating it on the beach is half the deliciousness. *g*
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With the terracing and the steep drop and the other drivers!! Lori and I used to distract ourselves by singing all the way to the beach ... which was a good three hours' drive from our home. I'm surprised our parents managed with their sanity intact!
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In a restuarant, ordering "tea" would mean unsweetened iced tea, unless you specified otherwise (hot or sweet). For hot tea, they'll bring you a cup of hot water and a tea bag (usually Lipton's, sometimes a generic substitute).
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Apparently this is what my aunt has been doing as well! My mother was horrified to see that she only had a one-cup teapot, heh.
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We do not coddle tea-drinkers in America... if you wanted all your tea hot, you should have prepared it by the cup or drunk it faster.
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Also, you know that new show Cane? Where Jimmy Smits runs a sugar cane plantation?
ALL I can think of whenever I see an ad for it is that quote from Simpsons: "First, we get the sugar. Then, we get the money. Then, we get the women!" It has completely ruined my ability to even contemplate that show with a straight face.
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at the very least i demand a fam post for my bday and babyjesus's bday? though--- can i really make demands on behalf of babyjesus?
I think babyjesus would be very pleased that you were looking out for his entertainment needs. *g* ahahahahah! Your interest in my family is sweetly endearing x infinity!!!
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