Ode to tea

What I would give for a nice cup of Earl Grey with Lavender from Peets Coffee and Tea.

I love tea. It is probably one of my most favorite things on this planet. A good cup of hot tea that soothes your nerves, relaxes your thoughts and allows you to actually think again. For me, tea is very akin to meditation, or at least it was when I drank my morning tea alone. Now frequently there is nearby crunching. (I can't stand crunching, when I am not also crunching, but that's another blog.) Anyway.

But, alas...no Peets here. The closest store is in Boston, not a short drive. The Fresh Market has begun to carry Peets coffee, but tea culture is not so big down here, unless of course its iced.

I miss tea. Good tea. San Francisco has good tea. Oh, I loved London if for no other reason than the abundance of insanely good tea. Even New Orleans had a decent tea selection. Here I have resorted to the same tea everyday, day in and day out. It's not a bad, but it is not the best and there is a distinct lack of variety. Yes, I could order online (I have before), but I just never seem to have the time anymore.

There is a chamomile and lavender tea at Barnes and noble and at a local coffee shop here, but its really just too relaxing. Great in the evenings, not so much in the morning or mid-day. I lapse into a chamomile and lavender induced comma for the afternoon.

Hence, I do not keep the stuff at home. I'd take a lot more naps then.

I have never been a coffee drinker. Some of it smells nice, but to me it tastes nasty. Clif used to tell me I just hadn't had good coffee. However, after 8 years of marriage and 9 years together, he has still not found a coffee I like. He has given it a valiant effort, but no luck.

No, for me it is a cup of hot tea and no other beverage will do at 7 in the morning.