My lovely co-worker brought this little 2-bag pack to me this morning as a gift. I’ve seen it in World Market and passed it by, figuring the only thing it had going for it is the lure of the name of Ernest Hemingway. And I was correct – it’s inoffensive enough, drinkable but thoroughly unspectacular.
When I was a very young child, I swallowed an ice cube whole. It got stuck in my throat, and my mother had me drink hot tea to melt it away. That started a love affair with tea that has never abated.
I dabbled with Celestial Seasonings and other grocery store teabags for awhile, in my young and foolish days. But a few years ago, I received a tea of the month subscription from Adagio, and I found that there was a whole other world of tea out there that I had never experienced.
I love drinking tea, and I love the personal ceremony of making a glass or pot of tea for myself. It’s like a meditation.
DFW, Texas
