I love tea.
However, students constantly mistake my heavenly beverage for coffee.
I reply, “Coffee is the devil.”
When I was 18, and my sisters tried to convince me to go to a Starbucks. They swore there were dessert type drinks where you couldn’t “taste the coffee” in it. I tried one of their frappe-lappe-whatevas. The coffee flavor blasted through the sugar and I refused to have any more of it.
Fast forward over a decade.
I moved out of my house a week ago. My tea pot was packed up in a box a couple of days before. I am tea-less. You would think the caffeine withdrawal symptoms would hit me full force. Something has changed.
I drink coffee.
The devil’s beans.
As I’ve gotten older, my tastes have changed. I used to drink sodas, switched to sugar with a little tea in it through high school, and the amount of sugar in my tea has dropped steadily since. I gave up sugar all together for Lent a year ago, and the sipping unsweetened breakfast tea must have helped rewire my taste buds. Carrie sold me on Irish Coffee at the start of the school year, and I can now use our instant coffee maker in lieu of my preferred pot of tea. I drink it black. Sugared coffee is still off-limits, but I’ve experimented with milk, so even that may not be too far off in the future.
It’s a slow road to hell, isn’t it? You take one step on the path, and before you know it you’re that much further in the hole.
I still love you, tea. We need a glass tray for our microwave and to figure out where Carrie hid the sugar, so I can start brewing a pot like in the good old days. Until then, Mr. Keurig is a quick and easy substitute
....and he's getting more routine by the day.
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