Rare Tea

Rod Ruggiero from Honolulu, Hawaii
@UkuleleIsle
for this brilliant story:

1. All croissant on the western front, which in this bloody war was a rare-a-tea indeed. A man could get his eggs scrambled at breakfast.
2. And yet, amid the hopelessness of bangers and mash for breakfast, Pete Digger reflects quietly on happier breakfasts filled with tea & jam
3. And then suddenly it was over - the breakfast to end all breakfasts slowly gave way to lunch. The clarion McCalled “retweet, retweet,..”

I’m not sure Rod will make it to London to have tea on Thursday with Alexander McCall Smith but he assures me he has a stand in.

Thanks to everyone who entered. I really appreciate you turning your genius to tea.

I was in Edinburgh recently and had tea with the extremely kind award winning novelist Alexander McCall Smith. I know, I know that’s quite exciting in itself. But it get’s better.

I don’t know if you noticed but I’ve added a few new teas to the Limited Editions.

Two of them come from a remarkable farm in Malawi. I’m off to visit them in the Spring and I’ll tell you more about them when I get back. In the mean time I’ve got a small amount of their extraordinary tea.

Over tea Mr McCall Smith gave me the name for the black tea- Lost Malawi Tea.
It’s been there all along- lovely and unnoticed.

Because Malawi is not famous for tea even the best, high mountain leaves can be bought cheaply by tea brokers and used to augment lesser leaves in tea-bags (often a blend of 60 teas mostly of the lowest grade). But this tea is far too good for that. And now I’ve found it I want you to, too.

I buy it direct from the farmer so the tea comes direct from the farm to you.

If you click this link it will take you to the Telegraph website where Alexander McCall Smith is writing an on-line novel Corduroy Mansions. Chapter 20 is called Rare Tea and you’re not going to believe this but he actually mentions me and my tea. Its about the seventh paragraph down that begins

“The onset of rain decided the matter…”

I was doing a tasting at Daylesford Organics when I met this very charming man. He actually seemed to listen with interest to my tea-waffle. I can go on and on and people have been known to flag but if he did, he most gallantly didn’t show it. And now this! He wrote me into his new book.

Chuffed doesn’t begin to describe it.

One thing- if it’s good enough for Wittgenstein it’s good enough for me.