If you have ever eaten with my husband, you are familiar with his request for Earl Grey tea (with honey) at the end of every meal. Everywhere! Like a Cracker Barrel in Tennessee. Or a cozy little coffee shop, where the operative word would be coffee. Or friends’houses, as if everyone has this on hand.
We saw this book at a rest stop on the Northway, on the way to the Adirondacks. I could not resist buying it after reading the back. Too funny.
i could cry but i don't have time 
I, for one, refuse to find any humor whatsoever is this dastardly poking of fun at such a beloved beverage!
Okay, maybe just a little…
Beloved indeed. I think the title is actually spit your tea out funny.
It is clever on more than one level.
I walk into Starbucks Coffee, Peet’s Coffee, Caribou Coffee, and any other coffee coffee shop and shamelessly indeed proudly order Earl Grey tea. I look the coffee barrista right in the eye and ask for the largest most grande of sizes. Gary, steep your tea with pride. You are not alone.