Dictator Princess got me thinking about tea and writing a bit about it. My first experiences with tea were southern. If you don’t like tea in the south, its a bad thing because it is virtually the only drink people and restaurants serve in large amounts for cheap. Also, its a flashing red beacon to any true southerner that you are a Yankee when you dislike iced tea. My first five years of yankee-ness damned my next fifteen.
I’ll always remember my first delicious tea. Eight years ago, breakfast at Notre Dame University where I was attending a conference. I wanted to look civilized, as my preferred breakfast drink is cold and carbonated and I dislike coffee. Your sweet red packaging, my little Bigelow single serve tea bag, is still my favorite. Apple cinnamon and sweetening. Ahhh… you were a breath of fresh air in my bad tea dream. Little did I know that you were not tea, but a tisane. Even to this day, if given a choice, I would prefer my apple-cinnamon Bigelow tea.
Bigelow disappoints me because I cannot buy apple-cinnamon in a box, alone. No – it has to come with friends. There’s always one friend you can’t stand – mine is Cozy Chamomile. Blech.
I am still not a true “tea” person. I am tisane person. Try to use that in a sentence with people who don’t drink fancy tea. You won’t get a good reception. I’ve tried black (blech), white (blech), Lipton (blech), Japanese Green (really blech) and good ol’ Gunpowder Green (hmm, okay). Gunpowder is the green of choice for the Maghrib in their minty tea concoction.
In Morocco, I saw logs of sugar for the first time. I also saw, for the first time, people putting logs of sugar in tea urns. Moroccans use A LOT of sugar. There were a few times when it sent me running on the dizzy edges of sanity. Moroccan tea is so good with fresh bread, however, and good company.
As of late, I have been making Moroccan tea at home with a very positive thumbs up from the hubster. Mine comes out better than his (lets be honest here) because he over steeps and it gets bitter.
So there, you have it in a nutshell: my middle of the night thoughts on tea. I think I need a cuppa cuppa before I head off to sleep.