I have never really liked tea. I’ve tried to like it since I was younger. When we couldn’t sleep at night, my mom would make chamomile tea with a spoonful of honey. And I hated it so much that I used to stay in bed rather then tell her I couldn’t sleep for fear of being made to drink the yellowy-dull tasting concoction in a mug that always seemed to be way too large.
Some teas we had claimed to be fruity and delicious, like Red Zinger which looked like it would be as tasty as a mug of warm fruit juice, which may sound gross, but was way better looking than chamomile tea. Alas, it was more like tea than juice. And if I wanted juice, I should probably have tried drinking juice.
Then I went to Maryville College, a small liberal arts school where people drank tea and knitted and probably smoked a lot of pot, but I was unable to do any of those. (I really tried knitting for a while, but my fingers killed me by the end of the knitting session). College hipsters really loved their tea. It tasted like funky hot water to me. Ew, and no thanks.
Then I went to India and had real chai, which is essentially sugary milk and some spices. I loved sugary milk. They even served cookies with it too (biscuits as they’re called there, because they were colonized and all). Yum, sweets.
My exercise instructors always encourage us to drink green tea “to rid our bodies of lactic acid” which sounds cool and all, but tastes like dirt-water, even with honey. Honey is gross, too, you guys. Double ew.
I had almost come to accept that I don’t do tea. Maybe I just can’t pick up on the subtleties of hot water and leaves in a bag, I would think to myself.
All this is to say that today, I decided I needed a daylight savings pick-me-up. We have tons of coffee for our $1000+ Keurig machine at my work. And I found a little pod of English Breakfast Tea. Knowing my reaction to coffee, I decided this was probably a better idea.
So I mixed in one Mini Moo of half and 1 packet of Splenda. And it wasn’t half bad. I’m not saying it was like drinking a tall, yummy glass of 2% organic milk (gah, yums), but it wasn’t like drinking dirt-water, either.
It was reminiscent of something else. I don’t know if it reminded me of India and delicious, sugary chai. I don’t know if it reminded me of staying up late with my mom on a school night while she soothed me back to sleep. I don’t know if it reminded me of tea-parties with my grandma.
It was just good (not great). And I drank 3/4 of it. 🙂
Maybe I’m warming up to tea. (Ha ha, get it? Because tea’s a hot drink… unless it’s cold tea… Darn).