The lovely thing about tea is that you don't really have to steep it as long as you do, but once you have, my dear, well. Tea becomes a ritual, ten minutes in the making. Cups and ceramic and boiling water and tea not in bags and tiny spoons that leave just the edge of a metallic tang in your otherwise perfect tea, but you don't abandon that spoon because it's that edge that reminds you that you're human under the sugar and cream and silky hot of the tea.
And then, of course, once it's gone, you start over again with another pot.
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I like this.
ReplyDeleteAlso, I steep my tea far too long and often think of Dwight from *The Office*.