As a good southern girl, I can put down some sugar shocked ice tea at a summer picnic with the best of them, but it’s not something I drink with any regularity. I make sun tea probably once a year… just out of duty. I even grow mint each spring with the express purpose that this will be the year I learn to drink tea like I mean it. But it never sticks.
Same goes for hot tea. Our Texas winters are so crazy short and I just can’t abide drinking hot drinks any other time of year.
Still I try, because I’m an old fashioned girl. I believe in tradition. I do, and it just seems like I should be drinking tea, doesn’t it? It does. I know it does.
So a few weeks ago when I broke out that needlework that I told you about ages ago (I will not be showing you my progress because you’d laugh yourself silly over how very very little I’ve accomplished), and I sat with my completely ridiculous and yet oh so necessary lighted magnifying glass draped over my neck , I felt anew that I should be drinking tea. I mean really, I was the picture of a proper old lady needlepointing by the fire with a crocheted blanket over my knees, save for the fact that I did not have by my side a cup of steaming tea. I’m all for a complete picture.
So I broke out the tea and made up a cup.
Now if I had ASKED at this point for my boys to drink tea with me, they would have turned their noses straight up. But since I didn’t so much as offer, they were very much interested in trying out this tea business. So we made a party of it.
We’ve had a tea time every day since, though two of the three men prefer hot chocolate. At half past two (for no other reason that the fact that we like saying “half past”) we bust out the tea cups and commence with the boiling of water.
It’s given us a fine excuse to peruse the imported “biscuits” aisle when we do the shopping,and to make up fancy things like cucumber sandwhiches. Thus far we’ve had Lemon Zinger, Mandarin Spice, Peppermint, and Raspberry Earl. I think the last is my favorite. In fact I find myself actually LOVING it.
As it turns out, all I ever needed in order to love tea was a handful of gentlemen with which to drink it. The ritual of it, the company, the chance to pause the bustlings of an ordinary day and do something just a little fanciful… it’s really rather nice. Plus it’s awfully fun to listen to their horrendous versions of something meant to be English accents.
So, all you tea drinkers out there, what flavors should we try next?
Stay warm everyone!