January 2nd 2017: A Resolution
My name is Elizabeth and I’m a tea addict. I’m rarely seen without a cup in hand, and if I don’t have one, I’m thinking about making one. This has been true since the day I was born – well, nearly – my mum used to feed me tea in a bottle, something I’m never really sure I should admit to, but hey, I think it explains a lot.
Yesterday, I was writing my new years resolutions, hoping that 2017 will finally be the year I stick to them. In and amongst the usual ‘will find a better work/life balance’ and ‘be kinder to people’ lines sat this:
#4 – to rediscover the joy of tea making
For someone who is a bonafide tea-addict, this might sound odd. I make tea often, for me, for friends, colleagues, and anyone in the near vicinity. However, it is no longer about taking the time to enjoy the ritual, watching the hot water pool into the cup or teapot, taking 5-10 mins out of my very busy day to enjoy the sounds and the smells of my most practiced ritual. No longer do I watch as the water becomes steeped with healing powers, as storm clouds of milk gather before blending into an elixir that can change the course of even the most stressful day. No, my tea making has turned auto-pilot. I’m a tea machine, and not a very good one.
The bag goes in, the water milk and sugar (if I’m treating myself) – I use the time it takes for me to get back to my desk (approx. 30 seconds) to let the tea bag steep, then proceed to slurp down what I can only describe as muddy water, without so much of a hint of flavor.
“This is simply not good enough”
Tea has got me through some of the best, and some of the worst times of my life. I often think, where would I be, if tea hadn’t been there for me? What would I have used to calm my nerves, to warm my hands, to keep me sane, to comfort me, to natter over, to solve problems with, to get me through grief, heartache & pain? I struggle to find an answer that doesn’t involve Tea.
This blog has been born as my ode to Tea – I owe it.
I want to fall back in love with the process of tea making. I want to broaden my horizons beyond just a cup of traditional English breakfast tea, hastily made. I want to explore new tastes, new flavors, new rituals. I want to learn about the origins, the history, but most of all, I want to learn to appreciate what I take for granted, day in day out.
I’m inviting you along with me on this journey, so here’s to tea – let’s have a cup.