Dear Journal:
I have become so impatient with boiling water the morning ritual waiting for my tea. Two tablespoons of Darjeeling tea, sometimes orange pekoe or a smoky Russian caravan, then three to four tablespoons of brown sugar, four green cardamom pods with one eighth of a teaspoon of Garam Marsala spice powder (too lazy to make my own these days) sixteen ounces of water and two ounces of half and half (it should be soy half and half but until some company makes a great soy half and half it is cow juice till then) hum a slice of ginger (?) nope but it adds some depth. Toss all the stuff into the pot except for the half and half and wait, stir it up and wait an eternity for it to just come to a boil five long minutes it should not be boiling but I like it a bit that way…shut the heat off toss in the half and half stir and strain into the mug….my morning cup or cuppa….that person I used to love always had to have a “cuppa” from the Brown Betty it was from the gran a family teapot filled with English Breakfast blend or Darjeeling…I stopped drinking tea for an eternity it seemed but always thought of the morning cuppa. Heaven can be right there in that cuppa…..I drink it by myself, my morning ritual with memories of friends and yeah love lost….I will have none of that….just my tea.
Lyuda, 4 months ago
Beautiful story of love!
So much goes into that morning cup of heaven.