Perfect little article to read on a slow Saturday night. Except that I can’t help thinking that particular tea would never have turned me…
[bpfb_link url=’http://www.cntraveler.com/daily-traveler/2013/04/teh-tarik-pulled-tea-cafe-singapore’ title=’How Singapore Turned Me Into a Tea Connoisseur : Condé Nast Traveler’ image=’http://www.cntraveler.com/daily-traveler/2013/04/teh-tarik-pulled-tea-cafe-singapore/jcr:content/cn_page_metadata/search/fbimage.rendition.facebookThumbnail.teh-tarik-kampong-glam-singapore.jpg’]Growing up, I never liked tea. Not that strange, you might think, but for an Indian, where tea is the equivalent of water, reared in Great Britain, where tea is the equivalent of water, now living in a Chinese-majority country, where tea is the equivalent of water, I have always felt like the exception. “Want a cuppa?” English friends always asked when I came for a visit, clearly forgetting what I had told them the previous times I had visited. “No thanks, don’t like tea.” “What, but you’re an Indian living in England, how can you not like tea?” as though these things had been connected since time immemorial. Yes, I thought, how can I not like tea? Clearly my genes had lost that battle.[/bpfb_link]