Bread and water can so easily be toast and tea.
~ Maela Moore
My neighbor, who has a wonderfully green thumb, has night-blooming jasmine on the side of her house that faces mine. I always notice their fragrance when I walk into my home during the hours the blooms are open. It makes me think, "Tea!"
I tend to believe that a cuppa is good for what ails you. In fact, I'm kind of like the granny in this song, minus the ranting and raving (by and large):
Have A Cuppa Tea by the Kinks
Whatever the situation, whatever the race or creed,
Tea knows no segregation, no class, nor pedigree
It knows no motivations, no sect, or organisation,
It knows no one religion,
Nor political belief.
A little poem to help you remember how much to steep the tea and how much sugar to add, if you are having Moroccan Tea :
The first glass is as bitter as life,
the second glass is as strong as love,
the third glass is as gentle as death.
~ BraveWriter advocates Tuesday Tea Times (tea and poetry).
~ A little literary-inspired food to make to go with your tea: Redwall Dessert Recipes (There's The Redwall Cookbook if you'd like more)
~ A Chinese tea poem