The same year that Pepys so intrepidly drank his first cup of tea in London, a tax was imposed by the English Parliament of 8 pence (16 cents) upon every gallon of tea made and sold as a beverage in England. A like tax was levied on liquid chocolate and sherbet as articles of sale. Officers visited the Coffee Houses daily to measure the quantities and secure the revenue. The rare recipe for making tea in those days was known only to the elect, and here it is: "To a pint of tea, add the yolks of two fresh eggs; then beat them up with as much fine sugar as is sufficient to sweeten the tea, and stir well together. The water must remain no longer upon the tea than while you can chant the Miserere psalm in a leisurely fashion." "Tea Leaves" by Francis Leggett
Margaretha, I'm delighted by your blog. First off that picture is wonderful. It warms my heart just looking at it. I'm wandering around now. When I was a girl, my mother used to put a raw egg in my cocoa just to give me extra nourishment at breakfast time. Yuck.
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It is easier to say what and who I'm not. — I'm not my profession — I'm not my salay — I'm not my age — I'm not my illness — I'm not my civil status So who am I? — a person just the right size and age — an untidy pedant — a conservative radical And what do I do? — weave — read — listen to music, classical preferably baroque
Margaretha, I'm delighted by your blog. First off that picture is wonderful. It warms my heart just looking at it. I'm wandering around now. When I was a girl, my mother used to put a raw egg in my cocoa just to give me extra nourishment at breakfast time. Yuck.
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