Barry's Tea

This tea is legendary in my household. Before I moved to England, Mom had been given a large glass container of this tea by a freind who visited Ireland. She made me a pot. It was bloody brilliant.

I moved to England. After five years, things did not go well. Mom volunteered to take me and my dog into her home in America.

I get home and Mom asks me if I want a cuppa. She pulls out THE SAME GLASS CONTAINER from five years ago and makes us a pot.

It was bloody brilliant. It had faded just a little in taste over five years, but still was a beautiful cuppa. Sometimes, late at night when the wind rattles the windows, I still dream about this tea.

I find this to get too strong really quickly, but when it’s steeped carefully it’s perfect. Advice: drink while eating scone(s).

Autumn, possibly winter, has blown in today. Lake Michigan looks like Galway Bay today. A golden cup of Barry’s is reliable and comforting. On this side of the window, anyway.

Four of us for afternoon tea at the pub, two big pots of this classic Irish tea. It ain’t fancy, which may be why I liked it. Surprisingly awesome with the smoked salmon.

Great Irish tea!

Drank this and then another unbranded green tea today.

Nice simple Irish Blend!

Drank last night with some Bailey’s in it (Irish tea all around) and then left the pot out overnight, so drank what was left this morning. So good.

This is the tea I grew up on; my mom would make a big pot after she got home from work, and we’d all have a cup. While I drink most coffees and teas without anything added, I take my Barry’s with milk and sugar like it was served to me then.