tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525909913783427552.post1340978078246049506..comments2024-03-29T01:13:00.830+10:00Comments on Veggie Mama: A giveaway for Mother's Day - The Rabbit Hole tea packVeggie Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09393571810604343918noreply@blogger.comBlogger51125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525909913783427552.post-40286468554017159742012-05-03T10:16:37.938+10:002012-05-03T10:16:37.938+10:00I only started drinking tea about 10 years ago as ...I only started drinking tea about 10 years ago as was never really interested in the whole coffee and tea thing. I thought it was better for my health to avoid it. As I got older I started feeling left out at the end of dinner parties and when at the coffee shop watching everyone else enjoying their tea or coffee. I thought I would try green tea after reading alot about the benefits of drinking it. My first thought when trying it was how can anyone drink this stuff but like vegemite and alcohol it's something that you eventually get a taste for. I now drink 5 cups of green tea a day and will try all types of herbal teas. All my friends and family now keep green tea in the cupboard just for me :)Nicolehttp://www.whatcanicook.com.au/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525909913783427552.post-58884912726945463452012-05-02T22:55:16.868+10:002012-05-02T22:55:16.868+10:00My mum is a tea-drinker. Actually, she is a Lipton...My mum is a tea-drinker. Actually, she is a Lipton tea-drinker. Always black tea, always in a tea-bag, used twice to economise. Always in the morning with a piece of toast, and then at night once the dishes have been washed and dried - with a tea-towel, no dishwasher in her house, thank you very much. This is the only tea I knew for many many years. Since I 'left' the family home at 21 I have now experienced High Tea! Chai Tea, Iced Tea and Green Tea. I sometimes want to put little bowls of tea leaves around my house to infuse the air.Becksnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525909913783427552.post-68059657371778012652012-04-30T22:06:40.732+10:002012-04-30T22:06:40.732+10:00my first experience with tea was bad :( I was only...my first experience with tea was bad :( I was only about 8 at the time..and I mixed in Coffee with a tea bag but was too scared to tell my mum - I had made it up for everyone! We all drank it and wondered why it tasted weird :)lisasdreamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16686232441165927141noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525909913783427552.post-90582425684672593732012-04-29T22:59:20.510+10:002012-04-29T22:59:20.510+10:00My Mum and her best friend used to meet weekly and...My Mum and her best friend used to meet weekly and have tea and home made treats... I (being the only girl with 3 brothers) was allowed to join them, I always thought I was so grown up being there and sharing the morning with them, listening to the local gossip and general chit-chat. It was many many years later I learned my tea was really milk, water and sugar, with one of the tea leaves added floating in my tea cup (because there were no 'teabags' back then)! It always is a treat to have a 'high tea' or any cuppa with my girlfriends as I was blessed with 3 boys of my own and sadly no daughters to share this experience.HelenPnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525909913783427552.post-89557418506853647602012-04-29T17:51:06.985+10:002012-04-29T17:51:06.985+10:00My one real prejudice is against adults who don...My one real prejudice is against adults who don't like tea and coffee. <br />My first tea related memory: sitting in my suburban backyard, the mingled peppery smell of gum trees and sweet lawn. Blue plastic Holly Hobbie tea set and making myself "tea" with hot water from the tap and plenty of milk and sugar. Scooping out wet, milky sugar settled at the bottom of the cup with my finger. In practice for a lifetime as a tea drinker.Penni Russonhttp://twitter.com/eglantinescakenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525909913783427552.post-78325676629314663082012-04-29T12:24:44.022+10:002012-04-29T12:24:44.022+10:00Now lets see, my first memory of tea... I think it...Now lets see, my first memory of tea... I think it would have to do with my grandmother coming to our house and watching her and my mother drinking tea together... but I think my first memory of drinking it myself is when I decided to make myself a whole 'British' tea when I was about eight- I made a pot of tea with lots of milk and sugar and drank as many cups as I could stomach, whilst having faux cucumber sandwedges, which were really peanut butter and jam.<br /><br />contact dot romif at gmail dot comRomi.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525909913783427552.post-7473949979957539692012-04-29T09:43:25.246+10:002012-04-29T09:43:25.246+10:00My first memory of drinking tea was when a girlfri...My first memory of drinking tea was when a girlfriend and I took a day trip to Morrocco when we were in the Navy and stationed in Spain. When we got to the hotel their were men in the lobby brewing up this wonderful mint tea in beautiful gilded pots and bringing it to us. I just fell in love with it and still to this day am always looking for mint tea that tastes as wonderful! What a great trip that was! Many good memories....Eajkforsythenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525909913783427552.post-70730429220155630502012-04-29T07:27:29.601+10:002012-04-29T07:27:29.601+10:00My first memory of drinking tea if of when we woul...My first memory of drinking tea if of when we would go camping in our back yard when i was little and make up a big billy of bush tea with gum leafs and all. Then putting so much sugar in it to make it nice and sweet to drink because other wise it was too discussing to drink. I remember thinking how can anyone drink this stuff and like it .... I'm a tea addict now :) lili fosternoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525909913783427552.post-28056862102112103372012-04-28T23:59:30.043+10:002012-04-28T23:59:30.043+10:00I remember sitting my Poppy and my dollies around ...I remember sitting my Poppy and my dollies around a gloriously decorated table in the back garden and serving 'tea', carefully poured from the garden hose with lemon cakes picked from the trees beside the shed. I can still remember Pop ooohhing and ahhhing about the marvelous brew. My first 'real' tea memory is burning my tiny knuckles on the sides of the china cup my Nana saved especially for me. Rebeccasladenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525909913783427552.post-30597283552896931292012-04-28T19:09:40.010+10:002012-04-28T19:09:40.010+10:00I remember my Father bringing me a cup of tea when...I remember my Father bringing me a cup of tea when I had a bad cold. It was mostly milk, but with just enough tea to make it a little warm. It was such a special moment & I remember thinking that tea was magic because I began to feel better that morning.<br /><br /><br /><br />marypres(AT)gmail(DOT)comMarypresnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525909913783427552.post-9993709607401331532012-04-28T13:08:58.112+10:002012-04-28T13:08:58.112+10:00I love tea and my favourite of all time is Rosehip...I love tea and my favourite of all time is Rosehip/lemongrass/ginger, I am so addicted I drink gallons everyday :-) My earliest memory of tea is my grandma bringing me a 'cup of tea and a biscuit' in bed when ever I visited her at her house. She lived in London so that wasn't very often but it was a ritual that we continued well into adulthood. I always think of my gran when I have a cuppa in bed :-)Jenni Baame Kniitsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525909913783427552.post-88192554594768713432012-04-28T08:58:33.566+10:002012-04-28T08:58:33.566+10:00What wonderful tea ladies!
I dont remember my ver...What wonderful tea ladies!<br /><br />I dont remember my very FIRST tea moment but I do remember the moment I decided to go from white to black tea. It was the same moment I decided to change which football team I followed (not that I even like football). My Dadda drank black tea, and I just thought he was the best and coolest Dadda in the world, and I wanted to be like him. So out went the white and in came the black, and I have never looked back. Dad, you are still the best man I know, and you are still "cool banana's" even if you are a dag. Ive since learnt that black tea didn't make him cool, he was born to be cool, he oozes the stuff!Jessica Blacknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525909913783427552.post-27126551150077767432012-04-27T21:53:17.603+10:002012-04-27T21:53:17.603+10:00"Make mum a cup of tea in bed"
This is ..."Make mum a cup of tea in bed"<br /><br />This is my first memory of tea, added (as a joke!) at the top my list of household chores when I was about 8! Ive made mum a cup of tea in bed just about everyday since and I'm now 23!! Just habit now...Juniorstegglesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525909913783427552.post-45141737130686887802012-04-27T21:37:12.007+10:002012-04-27T21:37:12.007+10:00I can't remember the first time I had tea, but...I can't remember the first time I had tea, but I know that I used to have two sugars, at least. Now I don't have any sugar in my tea normally, but everytime I have a sugar in my tea, it just brings me back to when I was younger, drinking tea with my Mum.Rachel Callushttp://rachiepie6.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525909913783427552.post-83677355310374209852012-04-27T21:23:36.791+10:002012-04-27T21:23:36.791+10:00I started drinking tea when I was about 15. My mum...I started drinking tea when I was about 15. My mum told me I wasnt allowed to have coffee because it would stunt my growth. And make me bounce off the walls from all the caffeine in it. <br />but my earliest memory of tea drinking would have to have been when I was about 6 and I was sick and mum had made me chammomile tea. It used to make me want to vomit, but now I cant get enough of it.Michelle Knowleshttp://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=524627314noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525909913783427552.post-34409771179422009442012-04-27T21:05:45.709+10:002012-04-27T21:05:45.709+10:00I love tea and have been drinking tea for many yea...I love tea and have been drinking tea for many years (I've never liked coffee which is actually rather unusual in France). In France we don't drink tea with milk like English people do. Per consequent we tend to go for lighter tea such as green tea, flavoured white tea and also lots of herbal teas (especially in the winter). I have to be honest, sadly I don't remember the first time I had tea. I must have been around 9 or 10.Mademoisellehttp://twitter.com/MSlimaliciousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525909913783427552.post-75075251545144596012012-04-27T09:56:43.569+10:002012-04-27T09:56:43.569+10:00My tea memory is of drinking tea with my maternal ...My tea memory is of drinking tea with my maternal grandmother. She had a serious ritual around tea making - beautiful paper thin china cups, heat the pot with boiling water before making the tea and ALWAYS add warm milk to the tea. This was because she wanted her tea hot and milky. I can still taste the tea she made in those beautiful china cups and no matter how I try I can never quite get that same taste.Margnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525909913783427552.post-80012031202936980262012-04-27T09:52:35.250+10:002012-04-27T09:52:35.250+10:00I don't really have a very first tea memory bu...I don't really have a very first tea memory but I do remember when I first started appreciating and enjoying tea. I worked in Germany as a nanny when I was younger and I was taken to a gorgeous Christmas market in the old city of Munster. Lots of incense, gingerbread and mulled wine and tea...of all sorts: spiced, fruity, flavoursome, colourful. It was so much fun choosing some to try and also to give my family in Australia for Christmas!<br /><br />jrodemann@hotmail.comPippi Langstrumpfnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525909913783427552.post-47722330374659771792012-04-27T09:47:43.368+10:002012-04-27T09:47:43.368+10:00I'd love to win this for my Mum! My tea memory...I'd love to win this for my Mum! My tea memory is embarrassing. And everyone has to promise not to tell my sister I told you. We used to drink milky tea from child-sized china cups. But we didn't sip it like normal people. No, being the imaginative, wacky kids we were, we used to use these long handled spoons to drink the tea. Spoon by spoon. And after each spoonful, we'd say one of two things (in weird voices). Either "Mmm, rrrrum punch" (from Mary Poppins, with the rolled 'rrr' and everything), or "Titter-taste". What is "titter-taste" you may ask? I HAVE NO IDEA. But since I'm the oldest I feel like this whole bizarre tea drinking game, with its made up language, was probably all my fault.Eva Iezzihttp://twitter.com/evaiezzinoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525909913783427552.post-3108940535288509422012-04-27T08:30:14.219+10:002012-04-27T08:30:14.219+10:00I think my first memory of tea was of having tea p...I think my first memory of tea was of having tea parties with the teddy bears. That clearly set me up for a life-long obsession with the stuff!Colourmetherenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525909913783427552.post-90695947503327898052012-04-26T21:46:12.335+10:002012-04-26T21:46:12.335+10:00I love tea so very much, but my memory is very emb...I love tea so very much, but my memory is very embarrassing. I remember back to year camp. After breakfast in the food hall on a cool morning, one of the 'popular boys' Jarred, poured himself a cup of tea. I thought it was so grown up and also impressive someone who i thought at the time to be a real 'macho' kinds guy (was really good at union etc...) so I started drinking tea on camp, with the vague hope he may notice what a 'mature' and 'cultured' 12 year old I was. LOL! I can't believe I just wrote that, but its the stone cold truth hahaha!!!Homemadebylaurenhttp://www.homemadebylauren.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525909913783427552.post-48257958713174042282012-04-26T21:38:05.974+10:002012-04-26T21:38:05.974+10:00When I was little my mum never makes me tea. I was...When I was little my mum never makes me tea. I was tiny and skinny so my mum ALWAYS make me a tall full (to the brim) glass of milk and forced me to drink it TWICE a day. I guess it's her way to make sure that I get all the nutrition I need although I'm still tiny until I hit puberty so I assume it's a gene thing. As a result I resent drinking a glass of milk now (except for sweet soy milk).<br />Once a year we visit our grandparents in countryside of Java, Indonesia. My grandparents live in small village not too far from Borobudur temple surrounded with rice paddies and mountains. I like it there purely because my mum never shoved milk down my throat during our visit. OH JOY! my mum's family is a tea drinker only with sugar and NO MILK. <br />Every afternoon at 4pm my youngest aunt will make us kids sweet jasmine tea in a proper porcelains tea cups and Danish butter cookies. The warmth, the scent, the sweetness hits all my senses I'm in my own world. Not a sensation that blows your mind or out of this world, it's more like 'it's me I'm here' moment. And I feel so adult for using porcelains cups.Diananoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525909913783427552.post-47125870385026129022012-04-26T21:22:09.439+10:002012-04-26T21:22:09.439+10:00I drink colossal amounts of tea but can't thin...I drink colossal amounts of tea but can't think of a very early memory of my own about it. I do remember a story my grandmother told me about my Dad when he was a little boy. She had a group of friends over for afternoon tea and Dad thought that it would be helpful if he made them all a pot of tea. So he did. In the shed. And somehow set the shed on fire in the process. How's that for a nice hot cuppa? :)ANB of Suburban Sonnetnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525909913783427552.post-27885707528721431092012-04-26T20:45:29.598+10:002012-04-26T20:45:29.598+10:00Hello. That tea looks very very yummy and as a sin...Hello. That tea looks very very yummy and as a single mummy with a 3 and one year old I'm going to try and win them a pressie for us to share! Well, it's not just about that is it :p<br /><br />Early tea memory... Soaking through all my tea memories, dad and his obsession with his grubby brown tea pot, the morning ritual and leaf black tea, versus mum and her tea bags and straight forward breakfast mug... Behind all those mothers day fathers day breakfasts in bed, deep in the dark cupboard of memories is the picture of my grandma Peggy, sophisticated and frightening and intriguing all at the same time. A woman should know certain things, and she sat there and instructed my small child's mind, one should learn to play music, one should travel the world, one should not be married till one is 35, and one should drink real tea and drink it beautifully. Stafford fine bone china, tea with little cards of australian birds that she collected, a pot, a spot in the sun and then she would spin the cup, read the leaves, and laugh a loud deep laugh and I wondered what it must be like. Tea is all about her.Melaniehorsnellnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525909913783427552.post-27037426915967951732012-04-26T20:34:16.205+10:002012-04-26T20:34:16.205+10:00My first memory of tea was drinking a cup with my ...My first memory of tea was drinking a cup with my late Nanna and her reading my tea leaves. She passed away when I was very young and this is one of only a few memories of her :)Amanda82noreply@blogger.com