cup of tea?



I don't stop much, something about the stopping and not being able to get started again. You know. 

There's a great deal of running around at the moment. 

One of my running around moments this week ended with me, miraculously child-free, at The Berry Teashop meeting a lovely friend of mine to deliver a Bikkie order and to stop. It was wonderful.

Oh, tea. For someone who plans to grow coffee, I do love the leaf. 

Adam makes a fine cup of tea, I must say. In a pre-heated pot, turned three times, just like his grandfather made it. 

I make it strong and milky, and if I'm tired, with a little sugar. 

My Mum tells a story of offering a man at church a cup of tea, who replied that she would have to ask his wife how he took it because he didn't know. I suspect that wife has made that gentleman's tea for the last sixty years. He needs to boil his own kettle, I think. But who can deny that tea made by someone else is just nicer?

Do you have time for a cuppa today? Shall I put the kettle on? Just excuse me while I find the sugar bowl…



14 Comments on “cup of tea?

November 11, 2011 at 10:26 pm

There is nothing as lovely as a cup of tea with a favourite person. I maintain I can taste how much love my husband puts into my tea when he makes it. He thinks I confuse milk and love.

A dear friend and I take our horses out for a ride in the state park and afterwards fire up the little gas stove, pull out the camping chairs, drink tea and chat. When I do this I think I am at maximum happiness.

lily boot
November 11, 2011 at 10:38 pm

That is the sweetest thing that old gentleman said … sounds a lot like my grandad 🙂 And you can certainly taste the love … it doesn’t matter what I do, I can never make as lovely a cup of coffee as Julian can. His coffee just hits the right spot and warms me to my very toes.

Melanie @ M&M
November 12, 2011 at 12:55 am

Strong and milky, but always with sweetener. Sometimes it’s raw sugar, sometimes stevia or agave, but ALWAYS sweet!

I must ask, why turn the pot 3 times!?!?

November 12, 2011 at 6:49 am

Reminds me of my grandad too. When Gran died, he couldn’t even cook toast or an egg. My uncle moved in for a few weeks and tought him cooking, washing, cleaning. So hard to learn so late in life. Thought of you yesterday as the rotten fox took my chooks (18 of them the greedy bugger). I kept hoping I would find one or two of my favourites as you did but so far no luck! Grrrrr…..

November 12, 2011 at 8:41 am

Re the story of the man and the tea: my late Dad was at a wedding in the sixties which had a smorgasbord. He turned to Mum and said: “Will you please get me a plate of what I like?”

November 12, 2011 at 10:55 am

Oh Alison, EIGHTEEN???! My heart goes out to you. xx

little green village
November 12, 2011 at 12:28 pm

I am in my forties, and my Mum still always asks me how I have my tea.
I have been having it the same way all my life!

Aussie Mum
November 12, 2011 at 1:58 pm

Nothing like stopping for a nice cup of tea – hope you can find the time a bit more often. Strong and milky is just perfect for me.

November 13, 2011 at 4:46 am

What a lovely post. I have been running on empty for months and it was suggested I take the weekend off (um, a doctor suggested it, so I’m listenning). My plan is to stop and have a cup of tea with a friend. Maybe even bake a little if I find the energy…
Happy weekend!

November 13, 2011 at 6:41 am

Nothing, no, nothing beats a good cup of tea! My first thought when reading about the old gentleman who didn’t know how he had his tea, was for his wife, who’d probably never had anyone make her a cup! Ohhh.

I’ve just discovered your blog (via pinterest) and so excited to have found it! Thanks for all the yummo recipes, I’m off to explore a little more…

November 13, 2011 at 10:48 am

As I opened your blog to read the new posts my husband brought me a cup of tea! He brings me a cup in bed every morning to wake me up, little displays of love.
My friend Jacquie constantly brings me cups of tea when I visit her (far to infrequently as we live on opposite sides of the earth now) She reminds me that we used to chain-drink tea when we lived together at uni.
There is nothing like a good cup of tea (strong with just a splash of milk please).

November 13, 2011 at 12:49 pm

My dad’s biggest compliment for my DH was that he could make a good cup of tea, especially as Dh is a coffee drinker. Dad couldn’t think of higher praise.

November 13, 2011 at 8:14 pm

Re: TypePad: [inner pickle] jamsandwich submitted a comment on cup of tea?

Do you know I have a biscuit (my little company, Buena Vista Farm Bikkies) called Handsome Jam Sandwich?!? I giggled when I saw your name!

November 13, 2011 at 9:05 pm

I have no idea!! Maybe a Scottish superstition?? Will ask my Mother in law…


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