People have likes, dislikes and ambiguities. However, when it comes to coffee and tea, most identify themselves as either coffee drinkers or tea drinkers. I don’t know too many people, who like both tea and coffee with the same fervour.
I love coffee. Period. The choice is as easy as black or white, maybe a few wisps of grey, when one of my friends serves me a cup of tea that’s laced heavily with fresh ginger or lemon.
I make a mean cup of coffee, but my tea making skills …well, what’s that? Enough said.
My husband and daughter are the midways, they relish both coffee and tea, so I’ve passed on my ‘barely-there’ tea-making skills to my daughter, so she can take care of her Dad.
So, why am I telling you all this? My tea making skills were put to the test. Sigh!
Two of my friends had come home to complete a community project that we were working on.
I’d made some spring rolls and decided to make coffee after we’d finished our work.
When I asked if I could serve coffee, one of them said she would prefer tea. The other friend also said that she wouldn’t mind tea, probably to spare me the extra effort.
Hmmm…tea???? My mind jolted awake…but my head, the traitor, nodded vigorously, aided by my mouth that added, “Sure.”
My tea jar had been refilled with a fresh box of tea leaves from India.
I set the water to boil and added the tea. As it boiled and bubbled, the aroma seemed okay, but when I added milk, the colour remained white, with a mere hint of brown.
I sweated…what could I do? This looked like milk. Oh dear. I added a few more spoons of tea (I know, that’s not the way to make tea).
I called out to my friends with a fake laugh, “Girls, I am serving you white tea ok?”
So, I served it with all the dignity I could muster.
One friend sipped and said, “It’s ok. Must be one of those that do not infuse colour. It’s quite ok.”
The other friend looked pained after the first sip. To her ‘tea’ probably meant what ‘coffee’ means to me, so I totally understood the expression.
I love coffee.