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Taking Tea

I come from a long line of tea drinkers. I used to sit in my Grandparents apartment and sip milky, sweet orange pekoe cup after cup. There was a quiet joy about those tea times with Nan and Gramp, my ten year-old self knew then they were special. My Mother swears that a cup of tea heals anything and can always make you feel better. My daughter is a loyal David’s customer.

I can’t survive my morning without coffee, tea just doesn’t cut it for me. I take my tea in late afternoon and before bed. In the afternoon I prefer a steamy cup of Earl Grey, often with some honey or if I am out I will often grab a London Fog. In the evening it’s Chamomile and depending on my mood it can be clear or again, with a little honey. Every mouthful holds a memory for me.

I also like to drink from a proper tea cup, and in the afternoon from this little gem below which I received as a gift when I was 13 from a Brownie group I volunteered with. It makes me smile.


How do you take your tea?

Cafe Au Lait, My Good Friend

Although I love tea, nothing truly does it for me like a great cup of coffee. Mornings never seem complete, even if I have to delay the first cup until 10am I will still make sure to get it in. I even put up with the brew at work (sorry co-workers, unless a certain person makes it, it’s just not as good).

I am laying off my favourite beverage for a while for a few reasons, mainly to give myself a break from the caffeine (please don’t advise me to try decaf, because we all know it is just not the same thing). So I am in a bit of mourning, my Globe and yesterday morning just wasn’t the same even with a really good Earl Grey, plus I have had a mid-morning headache for 4 full days now. I even saw the look of disappointment in the face of my local barista when I opted for leaves instead of beans (they think they know me so well, and I go and do this). I must admit however, I did it once before and for a whole year I felt pretty fabulous off the stuff.

So if you have time I wouldn’t mind hearing stories of trying to break the habit, or giving it a break just to see how others made out.

My new French Press looks so lonely on the counter…….