I have to admit it: I’m a tea snob. Does that sound bad?
I seem to have a reputation of liking tea. But, in all honesty, I’m really picky. Some people call it “particular.” Anyway. I like to host little teas, and big ones. But, I’m not a huge fan of most of it.
However, I have a tea that I love. If you come visit me, I will offer you a cup. Those who accept are never disappointed, as far as I know. I have it imported from England. Seriously, that Boston Tea Party thing was a huge mistake. Why couldn’t they have dumped Marmite over or something? We would have never known. Who in the US, who is actually from the US, eats that stuff anyway? Those guys really sacrificed for us, and we are still paying the price.
See that crumpled up box? That is liquid velvet, as my dear sister in law described it. It was brought across the pond, sent from my dear friend, via a young lady who was headed our way. I feel so loved. She sent a few boxes for me. When we travel to England, I snatch up the entire inventory in the local shop. I asked the sales lady last time if she had more in the back, and she told me no. She didn’t even go look. I think she’s still holding a grudge about Boston. When my friends visit me from England, they bring a suitcase full for me. I reason that they need an empty one to head back from here to there with all sorts of American things, like guns… kidding. But, they do like to shop here as well.
Enjoying a cup of tea with a new or old friend is such a sweet thing. I love the conversations that ensue. The way the warmth just fills your body. I can feel my body warm up as I drink it. I’m a snowball most of the year, so the tea helps me cope.