I have several friends who are absolute tea snobs. They will only drink tea prepared the “proper” way – no tea from bags, only black or green tea, it must steep for just the right amount of time in a proper tea pot, and be drunk from teacups.
Compared to them, I’m their hick, backwoods cousin who can’t tell the difference between a tea towel and a napkin. As long as the tea tastes good I’ll drink it no matter how it’s prepared. From a tea bag, loose leaf in a proper tea pot, green, white, black, herbal. I even like Lipton’s black tea (with milk and sugar).
Not only am I a complete tea boor, but I’m also a bit of a tea whore. Those baskets full of tea are, in fact, mine and that’s only part of my collection. Not only do I have two baskets full of tea bags, but I also have more than a dozen boxes of Celestial Seasonings teas tucked away in my cabinet and several containers of loose tea.
Every time I go grocery shopping or shopping anywhere that may have a selection of tea, I always have to browse the shelves to see if they have anything interesting. It drives my husband up the wall – “Don’t you have enough tea?” Not that he has any room to complain; he’s not known as the Coffee God for nothing.
And none of this small teacup business. I demand my tea be served in a mug. A giant mug. With a picture of either Tigger or Eeyore on it. Okay, that last is negotiable. It could have a dragon on it or something else equally cool.
A part of me would love to be more refined. One of these days I plan on researching the Japanese tea ceremony. I want to learn how to brew a proper cup of tea to see if I taste a difference. Not that I’ll ever become a tea snob. I’m far too lazy for that, but at least I know my limitations. Right?