While pondering my entry for this week, my thoughts went from when did I first try tea to why I drink tea at home far more often than coffee. And here lies the irony. Traditionally, drinking tea has a certain formality. Whether in Japan or England, drinking tea is often part of a ritual. It is not required, but we are aware of the formality surrounding tea. However, I have only been to a formal high tea once.
For me, the joy of tea is in the anticipation that comes in the few minutes it takes to prepare. The minute the water boils, I pour it over the tea bag in a mug. A good strong black tea doesn't need five minutes of steeping: two or three minutes is long enough. Making a pot of coffee takes longer.
And there you have it...my love of tea is certainly influenced by how quickly my impatient, sometimes desperate, self is satisfied. I want that cup of tea, and I want it now!
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