Tea Time Giveaway

I started drinking tea in high school when my Mom used to put teabags in a big bottle and put it out in the sun and then bring it in and chill it for fresh brewed iced tea instead of the powdered Nestea or Lipton highly sugared stuff. When I was in England in 1981 as an 18 year old I learned the proper way to brew and have tea and have had every day since. Now as a much older adult I have Decaf Chai with Soymilk frothed in my Keurig frother and some fresh grated cinnamon & nutmeg on time. For plain tea I have decaf green or white tea sometimes with some steamed coconut milk and my own homemade pastries. Drinking tea brinks me back to watching the processional of the late Lady Diana in 1981 on her way to marry Prince Charles.

As a child I was quite sickly all the time. My beloved father would always make me a cup of hot tea with honey and milk to sooth my strep throat. Now tea is my preferred drink. I drink it all day long and even have a collection of teapots.

I love to take my tea at night, often adding nut milk, and sipping it either alone, or with a small treat. I love to sip tea whilst reading a book, watching a moving film or simply sitting by the window.

I look forward to my tea time break each day!

I love experimenting with teas to come up with my own unique flavors. I even will blend fruits and add to the tea. Add a little sugar and some ice for the summer or just nice and hot for the winter. Either way is great!

I remember as a little girl, my grandmother having tea parties with me and making little tea cakes and sandwiches. I always looked forward to this.

My mother did not think that children should drink tea...worried about caffeine, but when I would visit my grandmother (HER mother!! lol) she would make me piping hot tea with cream and honey and I thought it was heaven. Every time I make tea for myself now (still with cream and honey) I remember my grandmother's sweet chuckle as she made out tea and how deliciously rebellious I felt.

My family grew up in the south and tea was the sugary, brown liquid that my father poured over ice. A lady moved in down the road and being neighborly, my mother invited her over for coffee. The new neighbor was an immigrant from England and she told us about a custom that her native country had. Every afternoon, the English would partake in tea time. Our new friend patiently explained to us that her idea of tea was to serve it hot with milk and sugar in a china cup with a saucer. If one wishes to indulge, scones could be served. The next week Isabelle invited my mother and I to her house to have Tea. This was more than 40 years ago but I still remember the thrill of holding a china cup with hot tea and putting butter and jam on a homemade scone. I felt sophisticated and smart.

When I was little and spent weekends with my grandparents, we would always have tea with honey while reading bed time stories.