I write about food a lot…probably because I think about food a lot! There is just something completely relaxing to me about chopping vegetables, baking a cake or nursing a roast all afternoon in the oven. Brewing a cup of tea is especially calming. Sometimes I don’t even drink the tea, but am soothed by the routine- finding the right mug, picking the tea leaves to match my mood, breathing in the perfumed steam, accidentally flinging the wet, gloppy leaves across the room tying to get them out of the silly clamp tea ball thingy. It’s all part of the routine.
Tea and memories and friendships go together for me. Drinking a cup of spicy, peppery chai takes me back to grad school. I can still see my friends and I strolling through the lounge, mugs in hand, on our way to one “apartment” or the other for tea and cheesecake. My stomach muscles ache remembering how we oftentimes ended up laughing until we cried. And yes, I still:
- giggle when I hear people ordering chai tea and can probably be heard muttering, “they just asked for tea tea”
- let my tea cool down to room temperature before I drink it
- never, ever, ever order the chai from Starbucks. It tastes like pumpkin pie filling.