I'm so excited to have Jodi drop in today. She's a long-time favourite blogger of mine - if you don't know Che & Fidel you have probably been living under a rock. Her space is a tranquil one, filled with beautifully crafted words and stunning images. She writes here about her love affair with tea.
A few weeks ago my partner, Daniel, was going through mini-movies he had shot when our daughter Poet was a newborn. There's a scene where I'm completely oblivious to the camera; I'm breastfeeding Poet and quite literally gulping down tea.
"Look at me drink that tea!"
"I made you so many cups of tea in those first few weeks," said Daniel. And he did. He toasted banana bread too - lots of it. Tea and banana bread was my snack of choice - warming, comforting, a necessity, really.
Tea drinking is a ritual passed down from my Dad. He comes from a long-line of passionate tea drinkers. But you know what, he never quite finishes his cup of tea. "Tea leaves," he says, even though he's been using bags for twenty years.
I have a stainless steel whistling kettle that looks as good as it sings. I boil it in the morning to make lemon and ginger tea. I boil it for lunch and afternoon tea when I crave a good ceylon and just before I start making dinner I'll make peppermint or nettle to guide me through the chopping and stirring. At night when the children are asleep and I have settled into the couch I'll make my last cup for the day - ceylon or chamomile or ginger.
Six weeks ago when I weaned Poet I drank sage tea to help dry up the milk. Four leaves, almost-boiling water, three times a day.
Tea drinking is therapeutic for me. It warms my hands and my heart.
First image by Tim Coulson.
Second image by Jodi Wilson.
Thanks so much, Jodi, for being a part of this very special week. Connect with Jodi at her blog or on Facebook.