Molten Butterscotch Cake (Steamed Treacle Pudding) & A Very British Afternoon

My best friend from high school, T, and I just met for the ultimate British sport:

Tea Brewing.

The fact that we and our families met in Central Mexico for this match is of little consequence.  After a ranch outing and horseback riding in ravines, milking goats at our friend’s farm (and eating the cheese from those goats), after churros and enchiladas and wrangling our many children, T and I sat down with, well, tea and the fighting began.

“Why did you put the milk in?”

“Don’t you take milk?”

“It won’t finish steeping if you put the milk in!”

“Why did you put sugar in mine, then?”

“Sugar isn’t milk.”

“Oh, really, I thought maybe it was.”

“Oh for God’s sake, just have some tea.”  Milk in first?  Tea in first (MIF or TIF as it were)?  Black tea or green? With sugar?  Honey? How long to steep it?  Did you warm the cup first?  Do you have a saucer for the top of the mug to prevent and heat escaping?

We grew up in London together which means we both have far too many opinions about tea.

So we switched to tequila.