Monday, January 14, 2013
Downtown Abbey and Star Trek: A comparison of methods for obtaining aqueous extracts of Camellia sinensis
As I made up a tray in the kitchen, warming the pot, and filling the sugar bowl, I imagined what it might be like to live at Downton Abbey. I would ring the bell and tell Carson that I'd like tea. It would arrive steaming hot on a silver tray, irregular lumps of sugar piled in a bowl, lemon slices fanned out on a tray. Carson would slide the tray onto the table next to the desk and quietly pour me a cup before easing out the door.
Or perhaps I have a post on the USS Enterprise. I could say to the air, "Tea. Assam. Hot, with sugar and lemon." A sleek white mug would shiver into being in the replicator slot in the wall next to my desk, steam curling above its surface. A discrete chime reminds me to grab it before it gets cold.
Instead, I put the tea pot on the tray and carefully carry it up to my study, where I pour a cup and sip strength from its steamy caffeinated contents. I'm Daisy, Carson and the Dowager Countess, all rolled into one. But the tray is silver (for which I paid $1 at the thrift shop, #lifeonthemainline)...
I once stayed in a house that had "staff" while traveling with my parents. (My father was on business and I was being a companion to my mother. The company he was visiting put us up there.) After a rather formal dinner, I was asked if I wanted coffee or tea on my morning tray. "Tea, please." The next morning, while I was in the shower, a tray appeared with a pot of tea. Hot. This, is my view, was the height of luxury.
Posted by Michelle at 5:04 AM