My mother bought these tiny little tea glasses, which reminded me of when I went to the city of Izmir, Turkey (except without a handle). We were there for two weeks. After a week, instead of receiving the usual exaggerated excitation at the sighting of my aunt and I from the very enthusiastic male population, we were now greeted with a half pause, knowing glance, and then a prompt continuation of their private conversations. Proudly, we were no longer considered tourists, albeit only with the cafes and shops in our direct vicinity--and we were still given free tea/coffee and delicious meals, because they now considered us friends, instead of fools to be manipulated (or are we?). Gazi, shout-out to you. I still vividly remember your fresh lemon grilled fish from the Aegean, arugula salad, fresh toasted bread and the stories of your somewhat provocative youth.
So back to today, a bitterly cold day. I went out for sushi, found a random hard inedible chunk of something in my sushi, and became traumatized possibly indefinitely from it--God prevent it. Anywho, I came home, put the kettle on, and made myself a gorgeous, fragrant cup of jasmine tea, generous on the honey. If you are still on that tea bag life, time to elevate yourself to the fierceness of loose leaf. Two teas I chronically love: jasmine oolong and Moroccan green tea with plenty of fresh spearmint. And, naturally, with honey, which eternally causes me to remember God every time.
-A
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