This means nothing to anyone but me...

I am craving black tea, imbued with a crapload of cream and sweetened.

Sorta like what my ma would force on me morning, noon & night growing up as well as in New York.

I had something like that the other night at one of Berkeley's many all-you-can eat Indian restaurants.

It tasted like home.

If home used to be a part of the British Empire.