My cuppa tea

Are you a coffee drinker or a tea drinker? Or both? I’m both but more of a tea person. English Breakfast, black. Sometimes honey if I have a cold. A big mug, not a dainty tea cup.

My introduction to tea was through my nana. She drank lots of tea, Salada. She made me a cup when I was little; milk sugar and an ice cube because it was too hot. I loved sitting with her and having our tea and of course the cookies. Years later she and my grandfather would visit and I would have a cup of tea with them, I dropped the ice cube by then. There was a warmth of that cup that went beyond the boiling water. We would read the saying on the tea bag, dunk a cookie in the tea.

While staying in Ireland as a teenager I had tea every day, a proper cup as they would say. I stayed with a family and the mom and I would have afternoon tea together. She gave me an ugly-faced mug when I left, we had laughed at them in a store days earlier. I told her that I would have my tea and think of her with my ugly mug.

My dental hygienist has remarked that the tea stains my teeth. I try to swish water and/or brush after drinking it. I’m not giving it up though. You will have to pry the cup away from my cold, dead hands.

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