“Earl Grey”
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A magnificent view of Portland, Oregon. Mount Hood is seen from Washington Park
Rose Gardens. Photo: Ken Vermillion
I can’t
drink Earl Grey tea. When I was younger I remember one evening watching TV
with my cousin. I did not put it together why my grandmother put a large cake
sized Tupperware next to him while he laid on the couch. “He did not feel good”
I was told. My grandmother and aunt made him some toast (which always seemed to
come out burned or so completely always desiccated as to be utterly
unappetizing) and cup after cup of earl grey tea. Which he was encouraged to
drink. When my cousin started vomiting, I remember watching him for a moment.
The puke shot out from him like a geyser. Slowly he started to fill the
Tupperware with a liquid that bore the same color, consistency, and smell of
all those mugs of earl grey they were forcing in him. I silently walked to the
kitchen and told my Aunt and Grandmother that Eric was throwing up. I had
interrupted a quiet conversation they were having. “We know.” They both said
softly. They did not get up. They did not say anything else. I immediately
associated earl grey tea with something that makes people vomit…on purpose. To
this day I can’t drink earl grey tea and every time Jean Luc Picard drank it I
associated it with half-filled Tupperware of cloudy brown emesis. -TM
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