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Here is a picture of my work mug we are not allowed ceramic or glass so its an enamel mug. You should of seen it before I cleaned it. Mike
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||Hello Nicey (are you?),|
this is a mug related story. A tale of mug obsession, nay, mug torment.
I used to work in a barn (the doors were always left open) and the barn had a tea room for the comrade workers. Outside of the barn, by the tea room, were very large greenhouses. When it rained the run-off was collected in a little, deep and manky reservoir inbetween the greenhouses and the tea room.
Margaret cleaned the barn tea room. Margaret was particularly obsessed with cleaning mugs. She knew every mug in the tea room cupboard. People regularly hid their mug on a friday so that she wouldn't clean it over the weekend as she cleaned them with toilet bleach. The hiding of mugs infuriated her so much that if she found one in your locality she would really explode, hug
the mug to her chest and run off to the sink with it.
One friday, the tractor drivers decided to play a little game. She'd managed to find all of the mugs, except one. She looked everywhere, she accused everyone, she raged. She couldn't find it in the barn and started to search about outside. Then she found it, the look of abject defeat on her face, the tantalising closeness yet impossibility of reaching it, she had been beaten.
The tractor drivers had floated it out on a pallet into the middle of the reservoir.
It stayed there a very long time.
||A non-tea drinking chum just put me onto your site! I couldn't resist your invitation to relate a purloined mug story:|
It's not just the design of the mug, it's the size. I know EXACTLY how much tea I NEED in the a.m. When I visit friends or family I have been known to rummage the cupboard for "the right mug" or bring one as a gift (to be saved for subsequent visits).
Among the faves I've taken to the office is patterned with zebras - not tacky, very artful, beautiful, in fact. One morning I opened the office cabinet where such items are stored, and NO ZEBRA MUG! At the time I worked for a rather large firm of architects. It is a messy business, architecture. I rampaged up and down the aisles, searching, upturning piles of sample books, drawings and sample boards until I found it! The young man who was guilty of taking the zebra mug out of the cabinet was stunned as I read him the Riot Act. He was still speechless and motionless as I grabbed the half-full mug (coffee - yecch) and marched back to the kitchen to sanitize and reconsecrate MY mug.
My current office mug features a sassy looking woman who proclaims, "I want it all, and I want it delivered".
||I have to say that tea has never tasted better than from a nice enamelled tin mug. Curiously, if it is stained internally from the tannin of previous muggas and the rim is chipped leaving a mark similar to that of a broken smartie so much the better. Does the team concur or am I completely out on a limb on my own with this one?|
|Nicey replies: Yay,
My Dad had one of those cream coloured with a green rim and chips our of it just as you described. They sound like noble beasts don't they. I think you would have to make the tea in pan over a camping stove to really be authentic.
I remember in the dim and distant past, we had a small discussion on mugs and the colour of them affecting the tea therein. After my hols i've arrived back at the comfort and safety of ncotaasd to see you are having a discussion on personal mugs. I was wondering if you or anyone else ever got to the bottom of this dark mug phenomenon? The way in which no matter how hard the bag is squeezed or how little milk is applied, the resultant brew is a pale, tasteless affair with a strange film over the top. I was given a mug a while back from my sister which was very smart indeed, a red and blue number. But despite my numerous attempts, a satifying cuppa could never be obtained and so at risk of causing offense I resorted back to the old faithful. Any thoughts? Has anyone ever made a succesful brew in a dark mug?
|Nicey replies: Yes well said Jim, this is an important element in tea presentation isn't it.