Chamomile tea? oh gods below, that stuff is fucking rank. Its like what I imagine (not that I ever have or ever will) sucking on mouldy hay to be like.
Although I like real tea with honey in it. My grandmother (father's side) who whilst she was alive, was much loved by me as a kid, used to love xmas spent up there in yorkshire, and going to see her during the magic mushroom (liberty caps, Psilocybe semilanceata) season, go hiking up on the yorkshire moors and meadows, with my granny, my eyes pinned to the ground, bags of other, non-psychedelic fungal delicacies hanging from my arms, such as cep (Boletus edulis, one of THE most prized of mushrooms and probably one of the most commercially important,if not THE most commercially important in terms of sheer tonnage per year consumed, since its used in mushroom soups canned, as it retains flavour excellently even after boiling, frying, drying etc., meadow waxcaps (Camarophyllus pratensis) a big waxcap, so named for its greasy feel to the cap skin, along with a few other species of waxcaps, like the bright, lurid highlighterish-red glowy scarlet colored scarlet-hood mushroom, the crimson waxcap, many delicious waxcaps in particular grew in the nearby meadows, and the precious Cep bolete, aka porcini, or the penny bun would grow in some steep woodland nearby, and we'd go up there and I'd be teaching her, when I was just a wee anklebiter, about 5-6-7 about what could be eaten, what cannot, and what are poison masquerading as supper. And I'd be bringing my bin-liners (yes there were that many), full of waxcaps, ceps, larch boletus, slippery jack boletes, puffballs if I got lucky, field mushrooms back to her house to spread out on her breakfast table whilst she'd make tea with honey in it, and sup away whilst I'd pick carefully through my santa's sack or three of harvest and set aside the smaller bag reserved especially for the kind of mushrooms she wouldn't partake of, if you get my meaning, whilst giving the rest of the haul the expert eagle-eye after the initial once-over to toss anything obviously not fit for food, one, by one, by one, by one they'd be examined and the best of the best picked out and I'd serve 'em up, usually fried in butter.
As for me now, I'm drinking rhubarb&custard milkshake, and 'KA' brand black grape soda to wash down three fried spicy hot chicken thighs
