Notes from an Uprooted Englishwoman
Considering that the only complaint I have ever had about the War of Independence is the wasteful tossing of teabags into the wrong kind of water, you’d think my loyalty to a proper cup of tea would be absolute.
But this is not the case for, while I might be British, I am also European.
The Brits have been on board with the wake-up juice for half a millennium, since the first coffeehouses opened and the British East India Company took to importing it. These days, of course, it’s all about the Italian style of concoction.
Consequently, I did not hesitate to join in with the American love affair...