I was a coffee drinker… in the way that coffee drove my day… I wasn’t great without it but I was super charged with it. My mornings, wherever they were spent, revolved around my double shots of espresso… My first thoughts on waking were always the same … Where will I find my perfect coffee? How I loved those first few sips… and I really think it was a true love… a lifetime’s affair.
I don’t drink coffee now… not because I don’t want to… I do, I really, really do… but because it doesn’t agree with me. I know that maybe one little cup every now and then wouldn’t hurt… but truthfully, I don’t want just one little cup… I want the whole long, aromatic and delicious experience… So now I drink tea… green tea in the morning and herbals in the afternoon. My body thanks me but my psyche doesn’t…. Not a day passes that I don’t miss my espresso… There is something so incredibly right about a morning coffee, an espresso after lunch… and a chat with the girls is so much better over a coffee… Why is that?
Now that I am a tea drinker I am into all the associated goodies… the cups, the saucers, the strainers, the pots… the pots are my favourites… and the teas… finding the tea and making the tea… I even grow certain herbs for my herbals and climb up ladders to pick the lime blossoms when they are in flower… I am not a ladder climbing type so that suggests my dedication to my new beverage.
I started thinking about tea because Tina from The Enchanted Home, one of my favourite, favourite blogs, asked me a question about tea as part of her ‘one word’ series… Everyone knows I talk too much so I am afraid my answers aren’t exactly one word… I but I didn’t stray too far from the brief when I mentioned tea… You can visit her fabulous blog, be caught up in her enchanted world and read my interview here.
I like to make my green tea in Japanese cast iron or stoneware teapots… and my way when entertaining is to serve my guests individual pots with their choice of tea… especially after dinner…These are very similar to the ones I have.