As I eluded to in my previous post, I have been drinking more tea lately. So much tea, that I think I can say with accuracy and integrity that, I am a tea-drinker. This is surprising to not only those of you who have had the pleasure of listening to my Rage Against the Tea manifesto, but it’s also surprising to me. The gist of my anti-tea thesis, was simply that – similar to my opinion on camping – I love the IDEA, but if I’m really honest I don’t actually like the REALITY of it. Namely, I love the idea of holding a hot cup of tea in my hands on a cold night smelling the cozy and healing aroma of herbs and licorice root and nettles and whatever, but the actual drinking of the tea would often leave me wanting. I’d feel like I just wasted precious resources and time boiling water, pouring it in a cup, waiting for the tea to steep, questioning the origins of the word “steep,” attempting to lift the tea bag out of the cup without dripping scalding water on myself, only to deliver a half-ass drink to my lips that lacked flavor. I’ll pass on the tasteless hot water with a dash of good smells, thank you very much. Please pass the wine. Or the coffee. Or the Jamba Juice.
Change is possible.
And Julie eats crow on a regular basis.
So, I am here to say that I have been converted. (Or at least until mid-March, and then spring fever will hit and I’ll try and usher in the warm weather by demanding we forgo the hot beverages and only drink chilled white wine or La Croix.)
I have been enjoying a cup of tea most evenings lately. Usually peppermint, because no caffeine for me after 2:00 pm (Can I get an “amen”!?). And I am really enjoying it. Since we eat dinner early-ish on account of the offspring, I find that I want something to ingest before bed, and while chocolate ice cream would be my first choice, I am usually able to talk myself into the hot cup of tea mainly because I’m cold. And I find it really relaxing. So I guess I’m starting to get why those people I know who drink tea have always struck me as nobler than the general population: because they’re relaxed. And hydrated! And they forwent the ice cream. And they have the healing power of nettles coursing through their bodies.
[Camping. Friends. I don’t know. A post for another time, I think. But suffice it to say that this too is one of those things that seems excellent in theory, in storybooks, and in memory, but I question the goodness of it in actuality.]