Does your mum like tea?
Do you want to give her the coolest gift ever?
Do YOU like tea?
Do you want to buy your mum something else and win this for yourself?
Once upon a time a brand new little organic tea company tweeted me and asked if I'd like to try their tea. Just randomly, no strings. They probably didn't even know I was a blogger. They sent me three packs of tea to try and just said "I hope you like it!" and left it at that.
Oh my god. I did.
I liked their tea a LOT.
Over time they've sent me other bits and pieces, and when they found out I was pregnant, sent me a huge batch of their Ginger Snap tea to help combat my morning sickness. Again, for no other reason than they are the super-kindest and most thoughtful gals in the tea business.
Ladies and jellyspoons, meet The Rabbit Hole Tea. Corinne and Amara went to the World Tea Expo in Vegas in 2010 and came back inspired. They made their own organic tea in the most phenomenal flavours, and made it available online. Their mission? "To serve you tastebud tingling tea. No teabags, no chemicals, no disrespecting farmers or the environment. Just natural, organic and fairly traded leaf."
I love them so bad.
I love them so bad I knew you guys would too, so I asked them pretty please would they like to maybe, perhaps, please, package up something for my lovely readers as a gift, and they did!
Their tea is insane. Flavours like White Peony, Lavender Cream, Berry Bomb, Lemon Aid, Licorice Allsort and Toffee Apple (zomg toffee apple) are available alongside regular types of tea and so many others.
They have been awesome enough to not only provide a huge batch of their brand new Grey Goddess tea released in time for Mother's Day, but also a Bodum Travel Tea Press (which is like a tea plunger in a travel cup! I'm obsessed with mine) and SIX MONTHS OF FREE HAND-CRAFTED ORGANIC TEA SENT DIRECT TO YOUR DOOR. A new one every month.
Not even kidding. Not even jealous...
All's you gotta do is leave a comment below describing your first tea memory. Mine is my nana making me tea and telling me I couldn't have coffee because I was a little kid and it would kill me. I thought I was so cool having a cup of tea, dressed in one of nana's old aprons, swinging my leg just like she did and watching Wheel of Fortune. And getting annoyed when she knew all the answers all the damn time.
I'll get the Rabbit Hole gals to choose their favourite, then I will post off your little goody bag just in time for Mother's Day.
Competition will close Friday, May 4 at 9am. I will email the winner so please make sure you're contactable! Open to Australian residents only. Judged on creativity and whatever else the girls say. It's not a game of chance, so make sure you actually answer the question!
Good luck!
Is this not the best giveaway EVER?!
ReplyDeleteMy mum has always been a huge tea drinker and I remember my brother and I used to beg her to make us cups of tea so we could be just like her. We used to sit in our toy box (yep, in the actual toy box with legs dangling out) in front of "Play School" drinking milky sweet tea out of tiny little two-handled mugs. Everyone in my family drinks tea, so it's no surprise I started early. It's a habit that still stands strong today... except I don't sit in the toy box anymore!
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ReplyDeleteOh sweet tea, I love this giveaway! It's right down my/my Mum's alley.
ReplyDeleteMy most vivid tea memory would be when my sisters and I would make my parents breakfast in bed. We didn't quite get the whole tea thing. All we knew is that we'd seen Mum pop several tea bags into the teapot and add water. So that's what we did. But not before washing the teabags thoroughly with water first (they were the old teabags from the night before).
Needless to say, Mum and Dad were less than impressed. But you would have never known, because they sipped eagerly from their cups, while all three of us watched excitedly from the end of the bed. We never made them tea again.
Now as an adult, I can make a bloody good cup of tea - achieved without ever having to wash the teabags first.
When I was a little girl, my dad would take me on a long trip to the Blue Mountains so we could go check out the Three Sisters. I would always get very excited - I loved going on long drives, and loved the raw earthy natural spaces of the Blue Mountains. Anyway, one of my favourite treats was stopping at a little tea room in Leura. He would pick me up and put me on the big chair. The ladies would bring us some hot Earl Grey in a tea pot. Dad would make a fuss being all posh and pour us a cup of tea. We would sip from our oversized cups with an erect pinkie - the height of obvious sophistication. They would give us a plate of freshly made scones with some home whipped cream and a variety of delicate preserves. My favourite, of course, was the strawberry jam. This, to me, was what tea was all about.
ReplyDeleteThis ritual typifies my memories of early tea drinking so much that I did the same with my daughter. I would take her on that epic journey to sit her in similar big chairs, and make much to-do about drinking our tea and pretending to be the height of modern society. To this day, if we are out, she will suggest a Devonshire Tea - even though she is now 18!
I absolutely love tea. I have different types of loose leaf teas in my pantry cause I'm a tea snob.
ReplyDeleteMy first memory of tea is when my granddad got his clay tea set and performed the tea ceremony in front of me. From preparing the tea leaves, bathing the pot and cups with hot water to pouring the tea to the cups. It was fascinating and he did it gracefully. Chinese clay tea set have itty bitty cups, as a kid, I thought it was awesome cause it's perfect size for me and I loved playing 'tea party' with my granddad. The tea was bitter and I thought it was kinda gross at the time but I only drink strong brewed tea now. When he passed away, I asked my grandma if I could have his one of his tea pots, which I used for my wedding's tea ceremony and still use now.
Gosh, thank you for asking that question and let me go down memory lane. :)
We didn't have many years with my grandfather and I have few memories, I do remember waking in the morning at my grandparents house and Pa was an early riser. To give mum and dad a sleep in he would bring us a cup of very sweet milky tea and Vegemite toast. We felt like princesses. Thanks for bringing this memory back and putting a smile on face to start the day!
ReplyDeleteI had my first cup of tea at when I was fifteen. I'd made a new friend in the country town mum had dragged us to... and this new friend was a tea lover. When we'd have sleep overs at her place, she'd get up and make us cups of tea (why is tea always better when made by someone else?) and then we'd lie in our beds and read trashy novels like Sweet Valley High for hours. Thanks for making me remember! ♥
ReplyDeleteIt's 19 years ago, I'm five years old and Tea is something magical that Grown Ups drink. I'm fascinated by the funny pop-up lids of thermos flasks, of the very existance of a tea-pot, of the patchwork tea cozy that made such a good hat. I still remember that wonderful day when we bought tea-bags for the first time (it really was just 19 years ago, we just lived out in the middle of nowhere). It's a little scary, that concept of 'making tea' as I'm not allowed to touch the electricity supply in our run-down electric-shock prone house. I never ever drank it, back then.
ReplyDeleteI don't have one memory, just a collection of images hovering there round those few years where everything was good and happy, and we were a 'normal' family, whatever that means. Somehow I didn't evolve into a Tea drinker myself until many years later, and definitely not at home. However the three people who I attribute as being the biggest influences of my adult life were all tea-drinkers, and I do believe that tea was one of the things that brought us together. Darran, my best college friend, who would gather us all in his living room instead of maths class, studying the X files and Star Trek until the early hours of three days later. Dave, my university housemate, who's probably responsible (blame-worthy) for a lot of those years in between there. And Steve, my beautiful fiance, who used to show up at my house for nothing but tea and old episodes of CSI at two in the morning.
I am a little bit embarressed that my first ever comment on your blog is for a tea competition... I have read & enjoyed your blog for at least 18 months now! I really love your style and your honesty.
ReplyDeleteAs for my first 'tea' memory: My parents were both young & worked full time and so my (non english speaking, Italian) great-grandmother pretty much brought me up. I remember being about 7 and being home sick from school and my Nonna making me buscuits from scratch, tucking me up in her home crocheted blanket on the lounge and bringing me a cup of tea. She made the tea really sweet and really milky (with stove warmed milk) and I remember feeling looked after and loved and safe just by the effort she went to, to make me feel better. To this day, when I am feeling sick, I make a tea and think of her and feel her spirit with me and somehow, I always feel a little better.
oh, fantastic, i've never heard of these gals before, so thanks for the heads up! i'll definitely check them out
ReplyDeletemy first memory of tea is being out bush camping with my family, and my dad making us billy tea one cold morning. my brother and i were running around, with prickles in our shoelaces and spinifex in our hair, and we could smell the smoke from the fire. i remember dad's hands as he manoeuvred the billy off the flames, and poured it into the pot. milky tea, and roasted apple from the fire for brekkie is pretty hard to beat in my opinion!
i live in the city now, and its not often i have tea brewed from the billy these days, but it still stands as one of my favourite things.
thanks for taking me down memory lane! xx
It's fitting that this competition is for Mother's Day, because my first tea memory is of making my mother a cup of tea in bed for Mother's Day when I was about six. Unfortunately, I was not allowed to use the kettle, so I ran the hot tap as hot as I could get it (it felt boiling to my little hand!) and made Mum her cup of tea. Being the gracious person that she was, she drank the tea with great relish, commenting on how lovely it was and how clever I was to have made it all by myself. It wasn't until years later that I realised just how horrid tea made on warm water really is!
ReplyDeleteMy mother was (and still is) a great devotee of a good cuppa and I have inherited the trait. I read a great quote recently which summed it up for me - Money can't buy happiness but it can buy a great cup of tea and that is almost the same thing.
This company seems great!
ReplyDeleteMy first memory of tea is from when I was young, probably about 10, (I'm actually originally from America and drinking tea isn't as big there as it is here) my mom was never a big tea drinker unless she was sick. I had come down with the flu and my mom brought me some tea in bed. I tried one sip and hated it immediately. What was this drink that was extremely watered down and almost tasteless? I never wanted to try tea again after that because I knew I would never enjoy it. Then came college and I became obsessed with tea because I was trying ever so hard to quit drinking coffee but I still needed some kind of pick-me-up on those late nights of studying.
I still drink copious amounts of tea but never so much as I did when I was pregnant with my daughter - red raspberry leaf - yum!
Hope to hear from you soon!
My first memory of tea wasn't technically tea....!! As kids we used to go outside for breakfast on a Sunday morning, while our parents slept in. We used to take all kinds of things out there. One day we took the kettle out, and my older brother told us he could make us natures tea > Sugar, gum leaves, boiling water and milk.....Delish!! Hahaha
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What an amazing giveaway! Checking out their site right now.
ReplyDeleteMy first memory of tea as a child was the beautiful cups and saucers my grandmother used to serve it in for my mum and other adult visitors. It would be many years before I acquired the taste for it myself, but I always remembered those cups. Last year she moved into a home and I was lucky enough to get the set of cups and saucers, matching milk jug and servingware - all (now vintage) Figgjo Flint in the 'Lotte' design.
My grandmother turns 90 tomorrow and i'll be forever grateful to have this memory of her in my home.
Oh wow! oh i love tea, and it is all thanks to my stepmum. She really, really loves tea. She would always wake before anyone else and then call out "cup of teaaaa?!" to wake us all up. Always pot tea, don't you dare suggest a t-bag to Sal! My little brother and I used to feel so grown up drinking our "tea"...which i now realise was at least half milk and sugar. I still have to have a pot of tea every morning. x
ReplyDeleteWhen I was very small, around 3 years old, my mum and I used to have tea parties with all of my toys and my toy tea set. She used to cut up toast, cakes or whatever to have on the plates and make "tea" for me to pour from the plastic pot into the cups... At 27 I found out it was juice, cordial or water, but that didn't change it for me, I say I was 3 when I first had tea.
ReplyDeleteWhen I was very small, around 3 years old, my mum and I used to have tea parties with all of my toys and my toy tea set. She used to cut up toast, cakes or whatever to have on the plates and make "tea" for me to pour from the plastic pot into the cups... At 27 I found out it was juice, cordial or water, but that didn't change it for me, I say I was 3 when I first had tea.
ReplyDeleteWhen I was very small, around 3 years old, my mum and I used to have tea parties with all of my toys and my toy tea set. She used to cut up toast, cakes or whatever to have on the plates and make "tea" for me to pour from the plastic pot into the cups... At 27 I found out it was juice, cordial or water, but that didn't change it for me, I say I was 3 when I first had tea.
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ReplyDeleteSeriously, I am so excited, you have no idea. I love tea. I adore it. Tea calms me and de-stresses me and gives me all sorts of warm fuzzy feelings. I inherited my love of tea from my dad. For as long as I can remember, every single morning he has a cup of tea and two pieces of Vegemite toast for breakfast. It has never changed. It was actually quite comforting to see that routine, and tea will always remind me of him.
Of to check them out! Awesome giveaway xx
Wow trip down memory lane... My grandparents had this lovely old shed at the back of their house in Salisbury... Given that we live in the NT we only got to visit once every few years. My grand father old always be found in that shed, either on the couch in the morning sun, crossword book in hand or fiddling with his car. He always had a cup of tea, always. I remember one day I was about 5 and I was just sitting there watching him. He must of been distracted because he took a sip of his tea. Icy cold, can you make me a cupola he asked me. "Grandfather HOW do you make tea" he took me into the kitchen where we made two cups. Good old Lipton black, a tiny bit of sugar less than half a teaspoon. With just a touch of milk. We sat and drank it together. I still drink my tea exactly that way...
ReplyDeleteI want to win to give it to my daughter for Mothers Day. Is that weird?
ReplyDeleteMeh.
My earliest tea memory is making my nanna a cup with a tea bag I found in the bin, served with a piece of bread covered in vegemite.
And she drank every drop. Because she was the awesomest person on EARTH.
Thanks for the memory babe, I miss her so much I was so lucky to be with her as she passed away holding her hand... she was the original Magneto Bold Too.
Thanks Veggie Mama! I had a lovely friend up the road and she must have been about 12, and I was about 7. I used to go up to her house and we would have tea parties, and then she would do my hair in some sort of braid. We would set up the room and a little table with some settings and we would have tea from a teapot with milk. We were never allowed sugar at her house, and her mum would always give us toast with home made berry jam which was deliciously slopped onto the bread. I loved going up to her house for the tea and hair session. Unfortunately she passed away a couple of years later, but it is a lovely memory of her.
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ReplyDeleteI have no first memory of tea. It was always just there. x
My first memory was of having my beautiful elderly neighbour next door make me a cup of very sweet milky Russian tea. I would go and visit her every day and she would also give me a tiny cup of tea and a biscuit. To this day the smell of tea reminds me of her, and I vividly remember the ritual of her spooning the tea leaves, filling it with hot water from her whistling kettle and pouring the cups. Because of her, there is nothing that makes me feel more at ease than milky sweet tea from a tea pot!
ReplyDeleteMy Grannie made me my first cup of tea, it was Liptons and I drank it from the Scotch thistle tea cup she bought back from Scotland. She used to make cakes called 'Shearers cakes' that were traditionally made for the shearers where she grew up out at Balranald :) I really wish I had that recipe still - but I know my Mum still has Grannies Scotch thistle cup & saucer :)
ReplyDeleteMy first memory of tea was when I was about 7 years old and my dad made me some English breakfast before school, I was obsessed with drinking out of straws and he told me I couldn't drink it out of a straw because it was hot and I would spill it.. He left the room for 2 seconds, I ran and grabbed a straw and started drinking it.. Just as he came back into the room I freaked out while I was sucking out of the straw and knocked the tea over and it spilt all over my legs/school uniform. Totally cried over spilt milk and never drank tea out of a straw again.
ReplyDeleteMy 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 :)
ReplyDeleteHello. 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
ReplyDeleteEarly 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.
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? :)
ReplyDeleteWhen 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).
ReplyDeleteOnce 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.
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.
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!!!
ReplyDeleteI 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!
ReplyDeleteI'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.
ReplyDeleteI 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!
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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.
ReplyDeleteI 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.
ReplyDeleteI 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.
ReplyDeletebut 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.
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.
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ReplyDeleteThis 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...
What wonderful tea ladies!
ReplyDeleteI 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!
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 :-)
ReplyDeleteI 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.
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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.
ReplyDeleteMy 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 :)
ReplyDeleteMy 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....
ReplyDeleteNow 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.
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My one real prejudice is against adults who don't like tea and coffee.
ReplyDeleteMy 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.
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.
ReplyDeletemy 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 :)
ReplyDeleteMy 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.
ReplyDeleteI 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 :)
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