“Find yourself a cup of tea; the teapot is behind you. Now tell me about hundreds of things.”

Ah, the incredible words of Saki make me want you to tell me things over a cup of tea. Or wear my “Saki” badge. Either way.

In an effort to aid my poor health of late, I’ve taken to tea, something I used to drink much more than I do these days, always prefering the hot, dark magic of ere java types.

And while I thought it would be a difficult transition (despite the fact, I must note here, that I had five cups coffee today, a remarkable reduction, but not short of cold turkey), its proven to be a pleasurable experience. I’m remembering all the greatest things about tea–black, green, white, with lemon, without–and less about the odd wooly feeling sometimes present on the teeth after drinking copious amounts.

But I still can’t believe that tea is the most consumed beverage on the planet–second only to water. You can study the etymology of the word “tea” for ages–for instance, the British creating the slang “char” for tea, which came from the Mandarin Chinese for tea, “cha”, which became the aforementioned thanks to dialect. Some of you may know I affectionately call my Mum “Char”…but I didn’t mean tea at the time, or anything.

The economics of tea could be written about for a century and it wouldn’t quite be explained. It makes me desire to read a book about such issues, does anyone have suggestions?

Despite all the babble about tea, I’m hoping this “tea” diet, coupled with the help of various fruits, like cantelope, will improve my state of being. Arguably my most favorite melon, or fruit for that matter, when cantelope is good, it is nearly mind-bending. When it is is bad, or unripe, it is more unpleasant than eating cardboard. Fortunately, the cantelope has been excellent of late, so this whole health craze is going….swimmingly. (Side Note: When Jelly Belly decided to come out with the cantelope bean, I nearly felt I’d died and gone to heaven, before proceeding to eat my way through bag after bag just of this flavor bought up at the candy store…until there was question as to the capability of my teeth to withstand the torture before quitting altogether.)

That is, until my incredible Mum (that’s “Char” for all of you), gifted me these gorgeous little holiday Whitman’s Chocolate Samplers, which happen to be my favorite–particularly in their special wrappings for Halloween, or Christmas, or Valentines. It makes it extra special.

What’s more, the entire day was filled with quiet times, and tea drinking, and bread baking, and Whitman’s sampler gobbling. To that, I give you some excellent tunes to gobble cholates and down tea to.

[Jens Lekman – Into Eternity.]

[Marit Bergman – Forever Doesn’t Live Here Anymore.]

[Nina Simone – Do I Move You?]

[Jenny Lewis – Acid Tongue.]

Published by JRW

boston. maker. librarian. canine wrangler. coffee drinker.

2 thoughts on ““Find yourself a cup of tea; the teapot is behind you. Now tell me about hundreds of things.”

  1. I do loves me the teas, but I can’t quit the coffee…ever….

    Just trying to drink a cup or two a day of tea, too!

    Thanks for reading!

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