Thursday, February 17, 2011

Tell them that it's human nature...

“Tea means social connection and the luxury of enjoying the moment in the presence of a fine, carefully prepared beverage. Tea gives us the opportunity to set aside our concerns, absorb our surroundings, and take pleasure in the company of our companions in a clam, relaxed way. It is gratifying for me to see how urban consumers are rediscovering their love affair with tea” ~ Thong Q Le

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Letting tea play

If you are reading this shortly after I have posted it, and it is evening, do take a look at the milad moon.

A week of valentines, grammy awards, nichiren daishonin's and worldtech's birthdays, milad un nabi, and minimalist for gmail as we get over our frustration at the last post which taught us how to make a good cup of tea.  This time we discuss things that can be played with.  No, not plastic inflatables, but stuff a shade less serious like time, temperature, type of water, additives like sugar, or herbs.

But first a great menu for Kerala style chicken.  This beats anything else I know hollow, and no, it is not the Utupura recipe. Yes this post is still about brewing tea.

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

An Adda of One?

I have a lot of friends who, like me, enjoy their cup of fine tea, the right way, and with discrimination.  Regardless of whether it be a fanning that can be bought off the street for under 800 bucks or a pure single crop, they relish their moments with their brew with a spiritual intensity that is impossible to describe in words.  While tea is most frequently shared in a community setting, or a family/friend setting, it is also equally frequently shared only with the select, sometimes as select as alone.

Yet, the ritual, the ceremony of a cup of tea remains as mystic as an adda of one.  Like the walking addas of our student days where we walked with the sole intention of being able to exchange thoughts and ideas, songs and bottles (or whatever) as we emulated our grandparents who did the same thing at the Lake or in the idyll lanes of Regent Estate, a cup of tea often became the starting point for a series of walks homeward.  I drop you, but then you drop me, and how can we not stop for a cup of tea and say hi to all the other losers.  I drop you.

An adda is a stimulation of the social network, and for the impaired or the schizophrenic, it can turn into quite a riot.  Ask me.  Kidding.  Who typed that?