"Organic Rooibos Manitoba". Loose tea leaves from Cornelia Bean on Academy Road. THE best tea ever. I sipped it on my deck in the blazing sun today, and though I wished the sun wasn't so sweltering hot, I couldn't have asked for a better cup of tea.
I started drinking tea when I was about 18 years old. When my friend found out that I never drank tea, she thought it was absolutely necessary that I come over for an introduction to this wonderful world of tea drinking. She sat me down at her kitchen table, took out her china tea set and made me a delicious cup of black tea. From that moment on, I was hooked. She made it into such a delicacy. I threw all my misconceptions about tea out the window. Not just grannies and the elite class of snobs drink this... and it doesn't just taste like flavoured burnt water either...
As my tea options continue to expand before my pallet, so does my appreciation for a good moment of tea-sippage. As for coffee? I can't say that I've ever had a cup of regular coffee. I do, on occasion, enjoy a strong cappuccino, but that took me going to Belgium and being sat down by my sister in a coffee bar and forced to order an espresso. Again, I had to throw my misconceptions out the window (and into the Brugge canal), and was pleasently surprised. It also made me feel more euro-sified.
I think in the end, it's not about *what* it is that you drink, but it's *how* you experience it.
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