I have always been so in love with tea and the ritual of tea drinking. Something about the delicate cups, with the string and little tag hanging over the side made my heart aflutter. Drinking always seemed so romantic to me. So feminine. So... British.
The problem has always been that, well, I don't like tea. I've never actually drank dishwater, but I imagine that it tastes very similar to the cups of "tea" I have tried to drink in the past. I've tried herbals, blacks, greens, iced and hot. Yuck. Hot water with no flavor. Or worse, dilute flavor. Didn't matter how long I let the tea bag seep.
And then I went to Stacy's bridal shower/baby shower at the Moroccan restaurant. As part of the meal they served hot mint tea. I didn't want to seem rude, so I took a sip. And another. It was good. Especially when I put a bit of honey in. Then I went to a bridal shower at a Tea House and got mint tea again. This time it was fresh mint, chopped up. SO YUMMY!
The past month, I have been drinking a lot of mint tea. I ordered fresh mint tea at a cafe in Amsterdam my first day there. I was a bit surprised, they put whole clippings from the plant into the water. I wasn't sure if I was suppose to take them out before drinking or not, so I just sipped around the leaves. I picked up some tea bags in Amsterdam to help soothe my sore throat.
But tonight, tonight I branched out. I opened up my tea box (I always have a selection of teas for guests) and I picked something other than mint! I tried raspberry tea! And it was good.
This gives me hope. I've have dreams of being a tea drinker for a long time. And it looks like that time has finally come to pass.
