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Whenever I’m in England, at a certain time in the afternoon, I think, isn’t this civilized?

Rudyard Kipling addressed its importance, by decrying its absence:

“We had a kettle; we let it leak:

Our not repairing made it worse.

We haven't had any tea for a week...

The bottom is out of the Universe.”

The legend goes, in the middle of an 1840 summer, one of Queen Victoria’s ladies-in-waiting, Anna the Seventh Duchess of Bedford, seemingly couldn’t wait for dinner, which was served at eight o’clock.

She rang for a tray of tea and pastries around four.

The concept, also called low tea, (since it is taken in a sitting room or drawing room with low tables) took England by storm, and it became the rage to serve spreads of high-quality tea, finger sandwiches and petite pastries.

It soon spread to inns and some posh private houses in London.

As did the Tea Dance where friends and acquaintances gathered between 5:00 and 6:30 and table and chairs would be set up around a dance floor.

Today, in case you don’t find yourself in the vicinity of the Dorchester, Ritz, (or the Plaza in New York City), you can always have afternoon tea in your own home.

Then again, if breaking out your best china, silver, linens, and crystal you've been saving doesn’t work for you.

Or if the Tea Dance is a tad impractical, you can always drop into our little universe and have your afternoon tea with us.

As you know, this is one place where you never have to stand on ceremony.

J. Peterman

 

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September 08, 2009 12:04 AM
1014 10photoviews10videoviewsCom-100Com-300Com-500First-comFirst-photoFirst-reviewFirst-videoHr-1Hr-10Hr-5 karma swim swami said...

Make mine espresso. Two shots with fresh squeezed lime juice.

September 08, 2009 12:46 AM
Stage_2 10photoviewsCom-100Com-300Com-500First-comFirst-photoHr-1Hr-10Hr-5 JALOPKIN said...

I drink two or three pots of Coffee every day, Summer and Winter ... it has long been my, "Drug of Choice" ... But, in the afternoons, between 4p and 5p ... a well Set, well Prepared Low Tea is a spledid and delightful change ... as well as a welcome Refreshment ....... I confess predilection for taking my Tea in the fashion of my Russian Ancestors, in a proper Glass cradled in an artful Podstakannik ... but unlike the Russians OR the Jews, both of which I am, I like my Tea unadulterated by either Milk or Lemon ... Pleasantly hot enough to release the perfume from fresh, tender Leaves, and a proper color ... but not so hot as to melt the oxides off the inside of the Samovar ....... Gracing the final Glass with a fine Brandy, is an excellent way to encourage the return to the duties of the day, and remind the aficionado that Supper is only five hours away ... If it is a Friday or a Saturday ... the Dancing begins at Mid-Nite, and pleasurous reward abounds till dawn ... Who knows what bargains may be struck, who knows what liaisons will blossom, who knows what genuine Love may bloom on the Dancefloor ... Gentlemens' mettle may well be glad for the fortification of that final Glass of Tea ... "Faint Heart Ne'r Won Fair Lady ..."

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September 08, 2009 1:06 AM
First-comHr-1 Bounty Hunter said...

My mother served tea to me only when I was ill, so coffee it is for me, although iced tea, on occasion is fine.

September 08, 2009 1:07 AM
First-comHr-1 Bounty Hunter said...

My mother served tea to me only when I was ill, so coffee it is for me, although iced tea, on occasion, is fine.

September 08, 2009 2:03 AM
1150 10photoviewsCom-100First-comFirst-photoHr-1Hr-5 Tiberius said...

So..does everyone in England just stop what they're doing at 4:00 and have tea? What about the people that are really busy, like the taxi drivers, or the guy laying tile and can't stop because the mastic will set? Do they get their tea later, or do they plan ahead for the impending tea time?
It would be so great if this caught on in the U.S.. But we could change it up, American style, and have our choice of coffee, tea, or tisane. And instead of pastries, we could have Reese's peanut butter cups.
I wonder if the labor unions would sign off on this?

September 08, 2009 2:59 AM
Photo 10photoviews10videoviewsCom-100Com-300Com-500First-comFirst-photoFirst-videoHr-1Hr-10Hr-5 Peter Lake said...

Tiberius - Reese's peanut butter cups...... I like ‘em frozen, with a dopio espresso con panna to wash it down..... now you're speaking my language.

September 08, 2009 5:09 AM
First-comHr-1 Inihilus said...

To paraphrase Shankly: "Tea is not just a matter of life and death: it's much more important than that".

September 08, 2009 6:44 AM
Com-100Com-300Com-500First-comHr-1Hr-10Hr-5 Julia Masi said...

I start my day with two pots of expresso.  But later on  I like to relax with a cup of tea.
 
My mother would never drink tea from a mug.  She taught me that tea is only served in a fine china cup with a saucer.  She gave two cups and saucers to all of her relatives to keep for when she came for a visit.   When I moved to  my first apartment, I took a few of her cups and saucers.  I set up a tea cart.  Sadly, most of my friends think it looks like a "flea market display."  
 
I start my day at 5 am with two pots of expresso.  But later on around 4pm, when I get home from work, I relax with a cup of tea.   I always keep a variety of teas on hand for visitors and I would never dream of serving it in anything other than a fine china cup and saucer.    

September 08, 2009 7:22 AM
3905 10photoviews10videoviewsCom-100Com-300Com-500First-comFirst-photoFirst-videoHr-1 cuukoo1 said...

good morning, with my cup of percolator coffee, from a stove top percolator.  as for the rest of the day, it's iced tea for me, easy on the ice.  drinking both straight, no addition ingredients, thank you.

September 08, 2009 7:55 AM
First-com leberak said...

Ok, Tea is one of the  good things that the Brits have given us, but I think we should Americanize our "Low Tea" by substituting coffee or rather than strictly "Tea" we could substitute an herb of our choice.
 
bob

September 08, 2009 8:20 AM
004 10photoviews10videoviewsCom-100Com-300Com-500First-comFirst-photoFirst-videoHr-1 korthal said...

In my house I have both coffee and a variety of teas.
 
At this early hour I'm serving dark roast coffee, 8 cups my limit, after that I usually drink water, iced tea or hot tea till it's time to do dinner. At that time I allow myself 2 glasses of wine. then back to water or tea.
 
JALOPKIN'S tea sounds wonderful maybe he'll have us all over one time?

September 08, 2009 8:21 AM
004 10photoviews10videoviewsCom-100Com-300Com-500First-comFirst-photoFirst-videoHr-1 korthal said...

Maybe on a Friday or Saturday would be best?

September 08, 2009 8:46 AM
Me_and_dave 10photoviews10videoviewsCom-100Com-300Com-500First-comFirst-photoFirst-videoHr-1Hr-10Hr-5 Andy said...

Most of the day I too drink a great deal of coffee.....until my hands shake and then I switch to wine until they stop.  Works for me.

September 08, 2009 9:15 AM
1521 10photoviewsCom-100Com-300Com-500First-comFirst-photoHr-1Hr-5 Shandonista said...

Caffeine and alcohol.  Two of my favorite substances. Up down up down up down.....or as eyesters seem to do it.... up up up up up up up up up and maybe a little down down.
 
I think Julia's mother's tradition of always using a proper cup and saucer is something worth doing.  So many of us, including me, save the good stuff for a special occasions.  Every day is special, eh?

September 08, 2009 9:33 AM
4224 10photoviews10videoviewsCom-100Com-300Com-500First-comFirst-photoFirst-reviewFirst-videoHr-1Hr-10Hr-5 RoadYacht said...

Yes Eyesters,cherish the day.     Pinky and I have used the RoadYacht in the forest as our hospice,and I could not have given her a better place to be.  She has not expired yet,but inevitably soon,at home.Thank you all for allowing my mind some place to reside,and have tea with comfortable strangers.
                 

September 08, 2009 10:35 AM
800 10photoviewsCom-100Com-300Com-500First-comFirst-photoFirst-reviewHr-1Hr-10Hr-5 Michael said...

My afternoon job for the past month has been at a coffeeshop.  When it originally started, it was supposed to be a tea bar, and we still have about 40 different types of teas (black, green, white, herbal, and possibly 1 red).  We have teapots or inidividual, self-contained strainer cups for the loose leaf teas.  And each takes a different temperature of water for a different length of time.
 
I go in every day at about 4-ish.  And every day, there is a group of older men (between the ages of 70 and 94) who come in for a cup of coffee, a glass of tea, or an organic soda, as they solve all the world's problems.  They're quite an eccentric group.  The youngest regular is on the city council and does things with the chamber of commerce.  The middle one runs a lamp and lightbulb store a few blocks away.  And the oldest is a WWII vet and Calligrapher who does commishion work and just started dating a younger woman (in her 80s).  He doesn't hear very well, so their conversation is fairly easy to follow, as everything has to be repeated and shouted.  The stories that come from that table cover the whole of local history.
 
That's about as close to "low-tea" as we're going to get around here.

September 08, 2009 10:59 AM
4398 10photoviewsCom-100First-comFirst-photo Brigid said...

I was raised drinking black tea with milk added to it in childhood.
After a busy afternoon helping my mother she would say, "Time for a cup of tea, Love!"
What a wonderful interlude as we rested from our labor. My mother lived just shy of 90 years of age so I believe drinking tea preserves life. I finally learned to drink coffee in college but to me tea is so much more restorative. I especially remember a cup of tea after Christmas dinner drunk with home-made fruitcake with a buttercream icing.....lovely.
 
http://yourtotalhealth.ivillage.com/top-10-health-benefits-drinking-tea.html?pageNum=1
 

September 08, 2009 11:02 AM
2452 10photoviewsCom-100First-comFirst-photoHr-1Hr-5 Kristina said...

My favorite English tea moment is in a movie about an ill-fated Allied attack where the English and American generals met up as planned, but then everything fell apart. Things are looking extremely grim as the whole expedition is stuck, unable to move forward. The Englishman asks his lieutenant to brew a pot of tea and the American goes berserk, summing up their awful position and ending by saying something like "And YOU think a pot of TEA is going to help!?" To which the Englishman replies, "Well, it can't hurt."

September 08, 2009 11:13 AM
1691 10photoviewsFirst-comFirst-photoHr-1 Lady Comrade said...

All through high school, every day when I came home my dad would have a cup of tea waiting for me, generally with some kind of food. On the days he was gone, I'd make it myself, usually black, occasionally corrupted by milk and sugar as I felt like it. I often drank it in the morning as well. I've been out of the house for about a month now, and it just isn't the same. I don't actually have any teacups, and I won't allow myself to buy any here in Manhattan, because they're all far too expensive. What I have got is a rather ingenious plastic travel cup with a tea-strainer built into the lid. I can still have tea, but I'm starting to miss the cups with robins on them, and the pot whistling on our 1950's Wedgwood stove, and the fact that I didn't have to make it myself in the microwave with six other roommates wanting dinner. For those of you who are about to suggest I switch to coffee: I tried that in Vienna, and while the Austrians do have a talent for it, I still just can't stand to drink the stuff.

September 08, 2009 11:30 AM
1046 10photoviewsCom-100Com-300Com-500First-comFirst-photoHr-1Hr-10Hr-5 Willie Trask said...

What do you reckon it is about people- that as soon as you narrow things down to one way or the other, they somehow want it both ways? The pipe tobacco in a cigarette, a convertible that seals up tight against the weather, cashmere with the strength of nylon?  Some people I know used to go to a vegetarian restaurant and they'd order a breakfast plate. The breakfast plate came in two sizes- mini and maxi. What everybody wanted was the mini food, set out on the maxi plate so there was room to maneuver.                                                                                                                        And in my younger days, when I was living amongst the NERKS, I worked at a place that served tea. We served what was surely low ( i.e. highbrow) tea- cute little cookies and flowery darjeeling ( two pots, one for tea, one for hot water) and popovers and strawberry jam. But we served it on regular sit-up-and -beg height tables, which would have made it high tea, if we had only served high ( i.e., low rent) tea food.  Because it was a rustic place- a tea lawn overlooking a pond- I suppose it could only be so fancy.  But it was probably as formal an experience as most of our customers had the week they viusited us. I managed to go to tea every day for a month, including days when I worked early and went to tea late.  Since I was making those popovers, I tended not to eat them, but I drank a whole lot of the hot beverage.                                                                                                                         The busy season ended Labor Day weekend. It was like somebody flipped a switch and the place, which was on an island, might easily have risen a foot or so out of the ocean from the decrease in the weight.  Like everything else, it isn't really the same, but like they say about money, it's way ahead of second place. 

September 08, 2009 12:16 PM
Photo 10photoviews10videoviewsCom-100Com-300Com-500First-comFirst-photoFirst-videoHr-1Hr-10Hr-5 Peter Lake said...

My favorite time of the day is when the sun begins to stretch and yawn as it begins its descent and triggers the onset of twilight when the blue sky deepens in color, the shadows grow longer and the colours grow richer....... And the only sounds I hear come from the finches as they celebrate their flight and the distant sounds of children voices as they play at the park at the end of the block.   

I can sit in my backyard sipping and savoring a cup of espresso while allowing myself to be completely absorbed in all of this. This is as close to simply being in the now that I can be. I like it there so much.


September 08, 2009 12:48 PM
Com-100Com-300Com-500First-comHr-1Hr-5 Georgia said...

Willie, how you could NOT eat a popover is stunning! Those and Yorkshire pudding (same batter) I could eat my weight in.

Not allowed coffee, "the grownups' drink," when I was growing up, we children were nonetheless allowed tea. Makes no sense? What can I say: There you have it. So I grew up loving tea -- hot, iced, room-temp, and not liking coffee, though I'll drink it "out" as long as I can ruin it with sugar and cream. And tea-in-the-afternoon happened in our middle-class family who had only my parents' wedding crystal, silver, dishes, which we didn't use for tea. Just pulled cups from the cabinet and sat down in the kitchen. For one thing, it was a good stop-kids'-wild-running-in-three-digit-heat (iced, on those days); for another, I saw once I became a mother, it was respite, well-needed, well-used. And it is, as JP intimates, civilized, and anything that helps civilize children (and us) can't be all bad.

I tried repeatedly to like coffee, love its smell while brewing, but it doesn't deliver (to me) what it promises. Once in my own household, I found tea a good way to entertain -- inexpensive, enjoyable, particularly relaxing because some would say you ought to be doing something productive. For me it IS productive -- to peace of mind.

You can have more friends than you can to dinner at a sitting, and more often. Same as morning coffee, with which I offer also tea, having been to too many where only coffee was on offer, tea lovers learning early to put a teabag in our pocketbooks. Relaxing. Yes, civilized. Even in hot weather I like hot tea, though have always on hand iced (add small amount, to taste, of juices of orange, lemon, especially pineapple; it'll change your mind if you thought you didn't like iced tea; most I've known who so thought, found they never had it properly made).

High tea includes, in the Brit tradition, small sandwiches; it's heartier, an early supper to last people to dinner. I've done that, too. Though I'd practiced tea for years, I was curious about how the English treat it, and liked most of what I learned on several visits.

Never buy a scone not fresh from the oven; they immediately become doorstops, and how museums, in particular, sell such things calling them 'scones' amazes; I'd made scones long before I saw England, so knew what a fresh one is. My favorite scone memory is of a February day when the freezing wind blew my friend and me into a tiny cottage in the golden Cotswolds, where the living room held four tiny tables. Seeing the owner take our scones from the oven and bring them on the same spatula, I knew we were in for a treat. And treat it was, with fresh unsalted (REAL,only) butter, clotted cream and jam if you wanted them, and the best tea ever I drank. We stayed an hour or so, continuing to eat as fast as she took them from the oven.

Don't stop at scones: Bakewell Tart is fantastic; we've no equivalent...I might say Boston Cream Pie, but it's a stretch. And in a real teashop, where things go from oven to table or right to glass case, try anything you never ate. The Brits make desserts like nobody's business, and you won't be sorry. I once ate three desserts at teatime (I hadn't eaten lunch, preparing...) in a teashop I'd learned the day before was worthy of the name.

Back to "civilized." Just as siesta-time in some countries is a civilized way to conduct business; just as downtown-store-closings on Wednesdays and at Saturday noon hereabouts when I was a child and nothing stirred that didn't have to in summer made sense, so too does afternoon tea make us slow down, enjoy the moment, talk of cabbages and kings, or of nothing....

When many (not me! this forum is my sole one) Twitter, Flutter, Clutter, Giggle, Facebook, Whatever, running fast with things sticking out of their heads; in touch with the known world, why NOT stop and relish an hour or so of congenial conversation and good food? Office managers would be well-advised to use the tea tradition. Mine not to criticize those fast runners; mine but to appreciate knowing how thin is the veneer of civilization, and treasure the bit we own.

September 08, 2009 1:31 PM
Photo 10photoviews10videoviewsCom-100Com-300Com-500First-comFirst-photoFirst-videoHr-1Hr-10Hr-5 Peter Lake said...

Eve-Georgia Peach,  

What an eloquent way to bring to light the soothing and healing nature of a spot of tea with those you care about the most. Be it tea or coffee and even if only for awhile, it has the power to "strip away the world's disguise and make it hide from you".


Very well said. Peace out



September 08, 2009 1:40 PM
Stage_2 10photoviewsCom-100Com-300Com-500First-comFirst-photoHr-1Hr-10Hr-5 JALOPKIN said...

KORTHAL:  I would be most delighted to have you all to Tea, any day of the week ... Would take some major planning since we all seem to live as diversely as we think ... tho' there do seem to be significant groupings from Amerika's Dairyland and the Ozarks .......
 
For too long a time now, Tea has been a rare thing around my house, and completely devoid of ceremony of any kind ... altho' one of my Krewe did fashion a strange object he found in my pantry into a recepticle for chicken-blood soaked doughballs made from crustless bread, and attached it to a leader on his fishing line, and his days' take of fish increased enormously ... Haven't seen that Tea Ball since .......
 
I grew up among the last of The Carriage Trade, living on Island Time, in The South ... and most of those people are long gone ... Tea anymore is something made with Tea Bags and water in an old two Gallon Pickle Jar, set out in the sun for a few hours, and then turned into a semi-solid with two to four cups of Sugar ... No longer is it an Occasion or Cause Celebre ... If I were to call this krewe in to a proper Tea, they would forever more expect me to show up at the Shop in Gold Lame' pants, a fishnet Tank-Top, and bells on the toes of my shoes, then prance across the Shop to my work bench ....... I just enjoy my Tea by myself, and occasionally Grace the cup with Bisquit ... especially in cold weather ... The China clashes terribly with my BibAlls, Boots, and two or three days of Beard, but what the hell .......
 
Those who might be interested in the differences, can find out a lot, from the Originators of the Ritual, by punching up, "HIGH TEA" on Google .......

September 08, 2009 1:58 PM
800 10photoviewsCom-100Com-300Com-500First-comFirst-photoFirst-reviewHr-1Hr-10Hr-5 Michael said...

RoadYacht: You have my sympathies.

September 08, 2009 1:59 PM
Photo 10photoviews10videoviewsCom-100Com-300Com-500First-comFirst-photoFirst-videoHr-1Hr-10Hr-5 Peter Lake said...

The subject of coffee has opened the doors of my "Saturday night growing up in South-Side of Chicago" section of my memory warehouse and made me smile at the thought of sitting around our then newly scarred by me‘50s style kitchen table** with two of my sisters and Mom and Dad; playing cards for hours, drinking fresh hot coffee and laughing our arses off. 

I remember this as a series of faded black and white photos that had all of us in them that were taken by a photographer that wasn't there.

 

Just a cup of joe in a porcelain mug can work miracles......

 


**we had a ‘50's style pull-down ceiling lamp with a conical glass shade that I managed to pull out of the ceiling when my chair slipped out from under me (‘cos it was sitting on top of a well worn and slippery'50's linoleum floor) and shattered all over the table..... it was fortunate for me that I bled a lot or I'd probably would have been in big trouble..


September 08, 2009 2:02 PM
3905 10photoviews10videoviewsCom-100Com-300Com-500First-comFirst-photoFirst-videoHr-1 cuukoo1 said...

a mad tea party
 
"take some more tea," the march hare
said to alice, very earnestly.
 
"i've had nothing yet," alice replied in an
offended tone" "so i can't take more."
 
"you mean you can't take less," said the
hatter: "it's very easy to take more than nothing."
 
    lewis carroll
alice in wonderland

September 08, 2009 2:13 PM
10photoviews10videoviewsCom-100Com-300Com-500First-comFirst-photoFirst-videoHr-1Hr-10Hr-5 Stoney said...

  

RY,

Got ahold of my wife as she was heading for the door and just held on... and on.

Peace and grace to you both.

Stoney

September 08, 2009 2:36 PM
004 10photoviews10videoviewsCom-100Com-300Com-500First-comFirst-photoFirst-videoHr-1 korthal said...

JALOPKIN:
 
Gold lame pants, fishnet tank top and bells on your toes, prancing?
 
OH what I'd give to see that.
 
 
 
RY:
My thoughts and prayers have been with you and PINKY since I heard your news.
 
They will be with you as long as you need them.
 
This may seem off, but enjoy the days you have.
 
Drink to the days you have had, the memories you've share and the love of your lives.
 
Many don't have that comfort.
 
I may be saying this all wrong and if I am I'm sorry.
 
Barbara
 
 

September 08, 2009 2:37 PM
1046 10photoviewsCom-100Com-300Com-500First-comFirst-photoHr-1Hr-10Hr-5 Willie Trask said...

Bless you, Road Yacht, as your presence blesses us. Like the tortoise, you carry your house with you and are always at home.  May you make the adjustments in your mind, then find you were way too early. And remember your friends...

September 08, 2009 3:00 PM
First-com Twalker said...

When the afternoon sun drapes like warm syrup, I reach for a cup of tea. The very process of blending the loose pieces held within my tea ball fills me with a calming solitude. I take a moment to savor the soft aroma and then I douse my special cup with cream and honey. As the first sip slides down, I can feel my body relax and my soul moan with comfort. Will one cup be enough to set my world right once again? I always lie to myself in order to get one more.

September 08, 2009 3:02 PM
Photo 10photoviews10videoviewsCom-100Com-300Com-500First-comFirst-photoFirst-videoHr-1Hr-10Hr-5 Peter Lake said...

RY - May you and Pinky be blessed and comforted with that whichyou need the most.  I'm so sorry for your pain. John

September 08, 2009 3:12 PM
First-comHr-1 Vbaker220 said...

Someone (not I) said words to the effect that "Tea warms you when you're cold, cools you when you're hot, revives you when you are dull and calms you when you're excited." I'd love to know what that person really said, and who it was, but until then, that's the gist of it. I love tea--it's been my beverage of choice from about the age of 10.

September 08, 2009 3:26 PM
Photo 10photoviews10videoviewsCom-100Com-300Com-500First-comFirst-photoFirst-videoHr-1Hr-10Hr-5 Peter Lake said...

Vbaker220 -  

"If you are cold, tea will warm you. If you are too heated, it will cool you. If you are depressed, it will cheer you. If you are excited, it will calm you." ~Gladstone, 1865


September 08, 2009 3:36 PM
4244 Com-100Com-300Com-500First-comHr-1Hr-10Hr-5 ChefDeb said...

First thing in the morning, before my latte, a cup of English Breakfast tea.  Last thing at night, Darjeeling.  Nectar of the gods.  But Lady Comrade in Manhattan, walk into any of the thousands of wonderful thrift shops and get yourself a beautiful bone china teacup for $1.00. Other ladies--use your fancy soap.  Stop stockpiling it in the bathroom in the orginal pretty boxes or wrappings.  Use it!  Who's better than you?

September 08, 2009 4:35 PM
4431 First-com Velvet said...

I love tea, especially thanks to my English grandmother. What I can't stand is that nasty commercial green tea that teachers always bring to class when talking about Asian culture. They seem to think that forcing all the students to drink it makes them more accepting of other cultures, but to me it makes them more intolerant..."Eww, they drink this?"

September 08, 2009 4:42 PM
Stage_2 10photoviewsCom-100Com-300Com-500First-comFirst-photoHr-1Hr-10Hr-5 JALOPKIN said...

KORTHAL:  The kindest, friendliest warning that one could give;  DON'T HOLD YOUR BREATH !!!
 
(We Return You Now To Our Regularly Scheduled Program Already In Progress ...)
 
 
PETER LAKE:   GOOD-O,  BUBBA !!!  Couldn't pull up Gladstone's name from ther muck in the bottom of my cranial archives ... and you have saved me hours of ruminating and distraction ... THANK  YOU !!!!!!!

September 08, 2009 5:00 PM
Com-100Com-300Com-500First-comHr-1Hr-5 Georgia said...

John, your childhood coffee-and-cards sounds just like my family's coffee-for-adults-tea-for-kids and cards. My adult entertaining teas I've managed to move into the living room (so very tiny now we're pared down in to this apt!), but I grew up knowing it's not the where, it's the what that counts.

Which brings me to your only-John-could description of late afternoon in your yard, and enjoying the now. You blessed today's conversation with a mist of faerie dust, blessing it with your good spirit.

Of Reese's frozen, how could I not have tried it? I've frozen many a Milky Way, which I learned to do at a summer camp on St. Simons Island, Georgia when I was 14. Lost my taste for Milky Way, rather my taste buds have grown up and ordinary candy bars don't taste as once they did. But Reese's are still superb.

Ivan, if you have tea (kitchen, anywhere) and wear gold lame and fishnet, please invite us all. Including JP.

September 08, 2009 5:01 PM
Com-100Com-300Com-500First-comHr-1Hr-5 Georgia said...

I missed RY's news, but it doesn't sound good and I send warm thoughts....

September 08, 2009 5:52 PM
Photo 10photoviews10videoviewsCom-100Com-300Com-500First-comFirst-photoFirst-videoHr-1Hr-10Hr-5 Peter Lake said...

There will be a toast in thesepia train's newly added Caffeine Car in honor of our new contributors at the EyE... leberak, Twalker, Vbaker220 and Velvet (great cap btw) as well as to our old friends who are in our thoughts today. 

I hear they have installed one of those giant, copper clad and fitted, art nouveau styled, industrial strength, espresso machines that are just festooned with all manner of gauges and steam valves and just perfect for pulling shots for espresso drinks and dispensing hot water for tea. The train leaves whenever you are ready and goes wherever and whenever you wish.


September 08, 2009 5:53 PM
Photo 10photoviews10videoviewsCom-100Com-300Com-500First-comFirst-photoFirst-videoHr-1Hr-10Hr-5 Peter Lake said...

IVAN - if it wasn't for Google I wouldn't have a brain at all..... but you are most welcome indeed.

September 08, 2009 6:06 PM
Com-100Com-300Com-500First-comHr-1Hr-5 Georgia said...

John, when you described your childhood coffee-and-cards, I saw the scene in sepia. Why then did I not think of the wondrous machine you describe above? Bests Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, even.

But you did, and that's what matters. A grand addition to sepiatrain (I still see it as first we did, at the top of JP's page...).

September 08, 2009 6:07 PM
Com-100Com-300Com-500First-comHr-1Hr-5 Georgia said...

And welcome, all new neighbors. Absent from time to time, I missed your entrances.

September 08, 2009 6:32 PM
004 10photoviews10videoviewsCom-100Com-300Com-500First-comFirst-photoFirst-videoHr-1 korthal said...

JOLAPKIN:
 
You're the one that brought the picture to light and now it will haunt the thoughts and images of my nighttime visions.

September 08, 2009 6:49 PM
1-dscn1106-4 10photoviewsCom-100Com-300Com-500First-comFirst-photoHr-1Hr-10Hr-5 PARK4 said...

It's coffee for me not at all, maybe rarely, last had on Christmas Eve, and it was rancid stuff, so I said to my self:  No more.  Until I learn or I meet someone who can make coffee that tastes EXACTLY like the wonderful stuff made all the day long by my Swedish grandmother, I will not touch the stuff again.
 
This could be a long wait.  I've been waiting since she died in 1989.  I think one needs Chicago water, unadulterated, Hills Brothers Coffee, regular, and Dean's Half and Half and Domino sugar, an enamel coffee pot, in black with white spatters -- and no percolating no no no take that contraption out of the pot and throw it in the garbage right away.  Gramma boiled her coffee and this is where the wicket gets sticky because I think the magic happens here and she never told me or Mama what the trick was to her perfect brew.
 
So, I remain coffeeless.  If it's not worth drinking, it's not worth making.
 
Tea:  in autumn and winter, silver tea pot, the Limoges china (calling cuukoo!) in the "Wedding Ring" pattern, circa 1883.  Usually Earl Grey, sometimes straight, sometimes not, but always with gingersnaps, always. 
 
How they could have thrown all that lovely tea into the harbor over a disagreement, I'll never know.  Well, of course I do, but let's just leave it at the end of the last sentence, I like the sound of that ending better.

September 08, 2009 6:50 PM
800 10photoviewsCom-100Com-300Com-500First-comFirst-photoFirst-reviewHr-1Hr-10Hr-5 Michael said...

Peter Lake, et al: For anyone wishing to add a bit of "character" to their drink, I shall have a large flask of brandy in my pocket.

September 08, 2009 6:59 PM
1-dscn1106-4 10photoviewsCom-100Com-300Com-500First-comFirst-photoHr-1Hr-10Hr-5 PARK4 said...

Eli:  you have been in my thoughts and you will be in my thoughts, you and Pinky.  Every single day.  Where are all my words when I need them?  Going your way, I hope.

September 08, 2009 7:38 PM
Com-100Com-300Com-500First-comHr-1 bebe said...

WILLIE T.- what are NERKS??????????? VELVET_ rockin' glasses. As a teacher I am so guilty of brewing up the giant pot of green tea, but my kids were thrilled because they are too little to be jaded- but your comment completely cracked me up. Also- I made a giant pot of rice w/ soy sauce- so we had a mini feast. I'm a big believer in making new experiences as wonderful as they can be.I have hot tea- earl grey, constant comment, or orange pekoe from our friends' market- one in the early 5 ish morning & one about now- both w/ milk & local honey. (it is 6:29 my time now). When I finish my evening tea the dogs know it is time to load up into the car for our walk, so teatime for them is quite exciting. I lived in London for a year & got hooked on it- never looked back since. Coffe just doesn't do it for me- although an espresso now & then is nice & a mini gulp at school. I think while I walk I will fantasize about JALOPKIN in a certain outfit- my breath is coming more quickly- is that a flush on my cheeks?...
 
 
ROAD YACHT_ obviously in my thoughts & heart- you & your beloved Pinky.

September 08, 2009 7:38 PM
Photo 10photoviews10videoviewsCom-100Com-300Com-500First-comFirst-photoFirst-videoHr-1Hr-10Hr-5 Peter Lake said...

PARK4- Did your Grandmother add a raw egg to the coffee pot?  My Mom did that before she got her first electric coffee maker...... and my Dad would put a raw egg in a glass of beer.  Just the thought triggers my gag reflex......

September 08, 2009 7:52 PM
Photo 10photoviews10videoviewsCom-100Com-300Com-500First-comFirst-photoFirst-videoHr-1Hr-10Hr-5 Peter Lake said...

It is almost twilight time in my neck of the corn fields.....  time for a cuppa joe, sprinkled with tranquility....
  

"Twilight time to dream awhile,
In veils a deepening blue.
As fantasy strides, over colorful skies,
Of forms disappearing from view.

 

In twilight time, dream with me awhile.

 

A nightingale plays a dark mellow phrase,
Of notes that are rich and so true.
An aerial display by the firefly brigade,
Dancing to tunes no one knew.

 

In twilight time, dream with me awhile.

Building castles in the air,
Whistling to the wind.
As nature bows down her head,
See what tomorrow brings.

 

In twilight time, dream with me awhile.

 

Bats take to wing like puppets on string,
Prancing through cool evening air.
In a sightless glide, no reason to hide,
From the ray of the sun's blinding stare."

 

-Ray Thomas

 

Peace out.........


September 08, 2009 7:54 PM
39steps3 10photoviews10videoviewsCom-100Com-300Com-500First-comFirst-photoFirst-videoHr-1Hr-10Hr-5 Olivia said...

RY, we are with you in spirit, and I am so sorry for your trouble, man dear. May the time go softly with her, and also with you.
 
When I was very young, and first getting used to the ways of my Irish relatives, I would go visiting, and knowing no better, I would of course be served a cup of tea in each house, and biscuits besides. One didn't refuse-they'd look at you as thought you were daft if you said no to a cup of tea, so I never did. But what I didn't learn right away is that you weren't expected to DRINK the entire thing every time. And so I spent many a sleepless night bouncing off the walls of my skull, and many a palpitation too, sure no doubt. And so you stop and pick up a packet of biscuits to visit, and if you know they're OAPs (old age pensioners) and therefore very poor, you also might bring a packet of tea, but NOT tea bags. One odd old auntie would always purse her lips and tut at the very mention of tea bags...
"Just dust!", she'd scold, "floor sweepings!". So I always brought her loose, and we got on well.
I mind when the afternoon would wear, and mothers would shriek out their doors for the childer to return home for their tea...
"Gemma, would you go on out of that for god's sake, and come and ate yer tay!"
"Michael, yer tay's set, would ye shut yer gob and ate it!" The mental images...
And there would be more genteel rejoinders too, but none so colourful as an exasperated mother laying down the law for the taking of the tea. And there'd be lashings of milky tea, scones or soda farls and butter and jam, sometimes a bit of salmon or a plaice fried up and that was a grand wee treat and no mistake. I have sat and watched in wonder as an entire sliced square wheaten loaf, a pot of strawberry-rhubarb jam and a stick of butter disappeared down the necks of two wee boys slurping their tea only to dash back outside and into the fray while the light was keeping.
The morning starts with tea, the evening ends with tea, and I'll end with a favourite quote from an irascible gentleman of my acquaintance:
 

I am a hardened and shameless tea drinker, who for twenty years diluted his meals with only the infusion of the fascinating plant; who with tea amused the evening, with tea solaced the midnight, and with tea welcomed the morning.
-Samuel Johnson

September 08, 2009 7:57 PM
519 10photoviews10videoviewsCom-100Com-300Com-500First-comFirst-photoFirst-videoHr-1Hr-10Hr-5 DreadPirateRoberts said...

My father introduced me to the joys of tea.  He used to drink hot tea at every meal, always in a clear glass because he loved the reddish color as it steeped.  On special occasions, he would drink loose leaf tea and got me hooked on this marvellous blend called Royal Victoria (sadly, they don't make it any more; I even checked Harrod's and it's just gone!).  I found it too hot and too strong so I added milk and it was perfect.  Then the war began.
 
"Drinking tea with milk is barbaric!" my father would scream.  "People who drink tea without milk should be crucified!" I would bellow back.  And, thus, the tea war raged on in the Dread Pirate household for years.
 
One day, when I was 15 or so, we were watching The Great Escape.  It was the first time I had seen it (though, GOD KNOWS, not the last!).  Along came the scene in which Donald Pleasance is making his tea and talking with James Garner.  He says, ruefully:
 
"These blasted tea leaves.  I must have used them a hundred times.  But that's not the problem, really.  It's just that tea without milk is so uncivilized."
 
I rose from my seat with one hand raised in a triumphant fist and the other pointed at the TV screen.  "Hah!" I exclaimed.  "There you have it!  If Donald Pleasance says it, it must be true!"
 
And I hold true to that aesthetic to this very day.

September 08, 2009 7:58 PM
39steps3 10photoviews10videoviewsCom-100Com-300Com-500First-comFirst-photoFirst-videoHr-1Hr-10Hr-5 Olivia said...

Oh, and when we took an afternoon picnic up the Spelga Dam in the Mournes, and were sharing the flask while we looked down on the harbour and the wee ants in the town, the grand joke was to pronounce it a most definite 'high tea'...

September 08, 2009 8:02 PM
1-dscn1106-4 10photoviewsCom-100Com-300Com-500First-comFirst-photoHr-1Hr-10Hr-5 PARK4 said...

Good evening Mr.PeterLake:  she sure did.  But not always, and I don't know why, unless the milkman hadn't come yet and she didn't have any eggs.  She made pots and pots of coffee, all morning, afternoon, and night.  That would have been a whole lot of eggs.
 
There's an estate not far from here that was the summer home of the actors Lynn Fontaine and her husband Alfred Lunt.  Of Broadway fame, way back before out day.  Beautiful place, it's called Ten Chimneys because it has ten chimneys, and they entertained all summer long, the likes of Noel Coward, Kate the Great Hepburn, Helen Hayes has her own bedroom there, and there were tons of actors, and I'm just telling this because ? I don't know why.  The point is Alfred Lunt was a Swede, a Staunch Swede is there is such a thing, and his cook at Ten Chimneys wrote down in his recipe book his strict recipe for Coffee, and it's exactly as Gramma used to make.  She said he would tolerate NO variation.  There was a raw egg in it.
 
Ten Chimneys is, by the way, in a little crossroads of a town called Genessee Depot, WI and it's a wonderful place to visit.  I sound like I'm a docent, but I'm not.  It's just a great, good place with so much social history the walls really do talk with Noel Coward's accent I think it is.
 
Anyways,
 
Here's egg........in your coffee, PeterLake!
 
 

September 08, 2009 8:08 PM
800 10photoviewsCom-100Com-300Com-500First-comFirst-photoFirst-reviewHr-1Hr-10Hr-5 Michael said...

I've never heard of putting a raw egg in coffee.  I have, however, heard of (and tasted) egg-shell coffee.  You grind an eggshell into the grounds before you percolate.  It settles the grounds and smooths out the coffee.

September 08, 2009 8:49 PM
Orange 10photoviewsFirst-comFirst-photo Nick Koch Weiler said...

Rudyard was a hell of a writer.  God only knows what great writings could have spawned from a meeting of his mind and the slow brewed super sweet tea of the deep south.  Imagine a long summer spent in the deep south, Kipling and Twain sitting on a tug boat smoking a sticky something from a pipe watching the riverside drag by.  Sweet tea, the precursor to methamphetamine use for the white trash of the deep south, deep not in thought really, only in  heat, quantiity and veracity of its bugs and an abundant reserviour of anger and pent up hostility glazed over by a romantic way of speaking that frankly never gets old to me.  The manner of southern speech I mean, not the anger, I can take or leave the anger.   Reserved anger now sure, though in Rudyards day the deep south was still a place he would enjoy a few lynch mobs chasing him while he explained that yeah, he's got a great tan but he's not black, not even a little bit.  "Kipling Meets the Klan", a novel yet to be written.  Probably to be written by an above average southerner with a well hidden missing tooth and an even better hidden unbridled taste for sweet tea.  And as for eggs in tea, I would slap your face, then consume the eggy tea and no doubt apologize as a loyal southerner, explaining the slap was for disrespecting the tea, no melicous intent on my part, only respect.  Always respectful. 

September 08, 2009 8:54 PM
1046 10photoviewsCom-100Com-300Com-500First-comFirst-photoHr-1Hr-10Hr-5 Willie Trask said...

Bebe,                            
so glad you asked, as none of the online defs I found agree: NERK is an acronym for New England Rich Kids. In my own experience, there were NORTH EAST RICH KIDS from Northeast Harbor and some would suggest SHARKS from Seal HArbor.   Rumor had it there were DIRKS from Deer Isle.   It is one of those names that has no complimentary sense to it- only the most arrogant person would want to be called such a thing.  Mostly, you deny any connection to what I guess is technically nerkiness (nerkulosity?). If one were waiting on friends at  table, or encountered a friend in public and that friend was in the company of nerks or acted as if he or she might be a nerk, the most popular thing to do would be to whisper under one's breath ( to the tune of Jingle Bells) Nerk, nerk, nerk; nerk nerk nerk; nerk, nerk, nerk nerk nerk.  It chastens even now- turn that collar back down like a reasonable person, get that smirk off your face. Remember you are dust and to dust you shall return.  You would as soon aspire to be called "spoiled" or "thoughtless". Of course, I'd be a nerk for a year before I was a tourist for a day.  There are circles and hierarchies even in Hell.

September 08, 2009 9:04 PM
Stage_2 10photoviewsCom-100Com-300Com-500First-comFirst-photoHr-1Hr-10Hr-5 JALOPKIN said...

GEORGIA:  See my response to Korthal above .......
 
 
KORTHAL:   Sorry 'bout that ....... Was just trying to get a point across ....... Sweet Dreams ... but Don't Hold Your Breath .......

September 08, 2009 9:11 PM
Stage_2 10photoviewsCom-100Com-300Com-500First-comFirst-photoHr-1Hr-10Hr-5 JALOPKIN said...

Not even if they made Gold Lame' BibAlls, Willie Trask .......

September 08, 2009 9:26 PM
10photoviews10videoviewsCom-100Com-300Com-500First-comFirst-photoFirst-videoHr-1Hr-10Hr-5 Stoney said...

  Diversion~

An inner-city, disadvantaged young man of fifteen has been removed from his native environment to a country home about an hour from ours.

It is one his misfortunes to have me as a mentor. To have Ms. McCord as his language tutor, is the other.

She has a fondness for abbreviations: gd = good; std = standard English without making clear if it is present or absent; fn = fine which is actually kind of a shrug.

It was my job to spring the boy for a meeting with a haberdasher who was prepared to outfit him from the ground up with clothes suitable to his new surroundings.

McCord was not about to let him off without exacting a little price: "Write, as you have seen me do it, a little news flash."

We collaborated. I said words, he typed them:

"Arthur Chipping of Don't Stop Me Now, Mama  Lane, in Bellwood, rendered nearly sightless by a std, cursed when he smashed his gd thumb with a fn shingle hammer."

He handed it in, we bolted and, surprisingly, it was not all that badly received.

He looks Brooks Brothers-y.

Tea: Of an afternoon, I will have PG tips, she enjoys Constant Comment green. We read, chat or both.

 

September 08, 2009 9:39 PM
10photoviewsCom-100Com-300Com-500First-comFirst-photoHr-1Hr-10Hr-5 Kindlee said...

RoadYacht, Holding hands tightly with my husband, we are sending you and Pinky all the love our entwined hearts hold and wishing for you both as much compassionate courage and calming peace as is possible during this difficult time. Pam  

September 08, 2009 10:00 PM
Com-100Com-300Com-500First-comHr-1 bebe said...

WILLIE T. -Ah, I am now enlightened. I do think the smirk is the worst. You can always separate the real, genuine rich (usually) by their manners. Our university town is filled w/ what I have termed "trash w/ cash." Their voices are grating, no manners whatsoever, & you get to secretly chuckle that when their wake-up call comes it's going to be a rough ride. When I taught older kids I emphasized over & over that being nice & having good manners will open numerous doors- otherwise closed. To listen to NERKS & faux nerks demanding things in a restaurant is a new low in cringe inducing entertainment.An older southern friend of mine told me that families w/ no money will take out second & third mortgages & use credit to buy their kids the big, shiny SUV's & other accoutrements- just to make their child look wealthy in the hope that they get into the right sorority/fraternity & so the girls will marry well. I asked what happens when the girl takes her boyfriend home finally & he sees that she doesn't live in Tara? She really didn't have an answer for that.

September 08, 2009 10:14 PM
1198 10photoviews10videoviewsCom-100Com-300Com-500First-comFirst-photoFirst-videoHr-1Hr-10Hr-5 Doc Nolan said...

When America goes in for 'high tea', the tea will be served in cardboard cups so you can drink it while you're driving home from work and are caught in traffic.  The scones will be quick-frozen in the central bakery, and defrosted in a microwave (at the same place you buy the tea).  It will be dispensed through a window (order at the first one; pay and pick up at the second one).  And folks will eagerly collect coupons to take advantage of 'high tea' discount promotions.  National character always wins in the end.....

September 08, 2009 10:31 PM
1046 10photoviewsCom-100Com-300Com-500First-comFirst-photoHr-1Hr-10Hr-5 Willie Trask said...

Bebe, They can't live in Tara, because I do and I live alone. Other than my Lame' Bib-Alls wearing (imaginary)  roomie, that is...   In my misspent youth, I heard many stories of perfectly nice children bringing friends home from college and "arriving" at houses belonging to someone else- generally the yard man. The beauty of it is, the Faithful Retainer would probably greet them more warmly than their actual relatives.  It may be sophomoric, but then, many of the perpetrators were sophomores. It is hardly new, though, cf  O. Goldsmith's SHE STOOPS TO CONQUER.

September 08, 2009 10:46 PM
4220 10photoviews10videoviewsCom-100Com-300First-comFirst-photoFirst-reviewFirst-videoHr-1Hr-10Hr-5 Daniel Zev said...

It's about 1030 at night and I just arrived home from an incredibly long day of litigation support and academia. I am quite exhausted and still have miles to go before I sleep. My evening meal was incredibly abbreviated as I have much work ahead of me tonight. Many writers will be my guests tonight, among them Byron, Yeats, and Shomer, all in an effort to prepare for tomorrow's class. As I sit here, typeing this missive, I am comforted by the thought of my chamomile tea currently brewing/steeping in the kitchen. Some craft-honey and milk will be added, and maybe there'll be a cookie along side my cup. The tea, is at times  inspiring and at other times precognitive or even clairvoyant. It enhances conversation much like alcohol, lemonade, or coffee. But tonight, it is to relax and read and think and focus all the thoughts that are currently jumbled in my head and aching to pour out onto the screen or the page. The writers tonight are not so much ready to be analyzed as they are to be synthesized in a search for deeper meeting. Iambic meter won't be lost so much as ignored, and the tea will be sipped slowly, while in deep thought with the writers I have named. Hopefully, somewhere in the Universe, they are having a cup as well.

September 08, 2009 10:59 PM
Stage_2 10photoviewsCom-100Com-300Com-500First-comFirst-photoHr-1Hr-10Hr-5 JALOPKIN said...

Sic 'em  WT .......

September 09, 2009 10:21 AM
10photoviewsCom-100Com-300Com-500First-comFirst-photoHr-1Hr-10Hr-5 Kindlee said...

...tea for two, and two for tea...
There is a little place I know called Teaism at 400 8th Street N.W., Washington, DC. A lovely tea shop where you can get blacks, reds, whites, greens, oolongs...over 50 different teas in all. A tea to suit any mood. Some to pick you up, some to settle you down. Tisanes to sip; lavender-lemon mint, Now & Zen, cinnamon apricot...adventurous and tasty brews. I enjoy taking a tea break anytime, anywhere, but a pot shared with a friend is the best pot of all. Elevenses, anyone? If any of you should ever make it to the DC area, let me know, and we'll have a nice cup of tea and a sit down.
In the meantime, when out and about, I have my trusty thermos close at hand filled with Ginger Peach from the Republic of Tea, where they say 'the Tea Revolution is alive and well.' 
At home, my Brown Betty is perfect for steeping loose leaf tea. Most evenings will find me with that pot, water that is hot, and tea that is a delight, to see me through the night.

September 09, 2009 2:38 PM
Com-100Com-300Com-500First-comHr-1Hr-5 Georgia said...

Park4, when I was but 18 or so I saw Lunt and Fontanne in a p[lay in NYC. Thought I'd died and gone to heaven; they must've ben old even then.

But YOU have seen their house.

PL dear, every time you open your pen it's beauty.... In a world that sorely needs it.

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