Thursday, January 18, 2007
Strange how a teapot can represent at the same time the comforts of solitude and the pleasures of company. ~Author Unknown
...for tea, though ridiculed by those who are naturally coarse in their nervous sensibilites, or are become so from wine-drinking, and are not susceptible of influence from so refined a stimulant, will always be the favored beverage of the intellectual... -Thomas De Quincy
[I am a] hardened and shameless tea drinker, who has for twenty years diluted his meals only with the infusion of this fascinating plant; whose kettle has scarcely time to cool; who with tea amuses the evening, with tea solaces the midnight, and with tea welcomes the evening. -Samuel Johnson
Excerpts from my gratitude journal -
Wednesday, January 12, 2005
A dumb thing – but I am thankful for tea. It is relaxation and invigoration and astringent cleansing all in a cup.
Tuesday, April 26, 2005
I am thankful for strong tea – such a great astringent for the tongue!!
Thursday, April 28, 2005
I am thankful for new discoveries in tea – I just found my new favorite tea next to Ashby’s Apricot...New Republic has a black tea with blood orange and pomegranate and it is awesome!!
Sunday, January 07, 2007
I am thankful for small things like when I spilled my tea this morning it fell into a basket that had a plastic liner so the carpet wasn’t stained for the gazillioneth time.
Oh - I should add a bit about the teapot. I started to drink tea when I was pregnant with C. After my pregnancy, I planned to return to coffee. It did not happen. Coffee no longer tasted good. The little blue teapot I bought when I was pregnant received daily use for the next two years - then I decided I was drinking more than the poor thing could handle. So told hubby I would like another one. So for Mother's Day when I was pregnant with K I got this one. It is a very nice teapot - that can actually double as a kettle. Well - then I went through two pots a day (I drink it iced - lousy American that I am). Eventually, the blue one was riddled with cracks and I was afraid she would literally break apart so I started combing the thrift stores. It took me several months and several false pots before I found this ones slightly homely big sister. I paid five dollars for it and considering how much these pots cost when new it was a delight. The newest 'used' one doesn't have quite as nice of shape and the handle is woven willow instead of bamboo with heavy wire hooks instead of the lovely copper ones that this one has. The poor thing was also clearly mistreated by the owners as it is has a white streak/stain running down one side that nothing will remove. However, it is a steady pot and I have two pots that I think will last me for years to come.