I have never had a cup of coffee, there I said it…well wrote it. I know it’s strange…growing up it North America where coffee is king you would thing there would be no avoiding it. there may have been a jar of instant coffee lurking around the back of the pantry in case some heathen arrived on our doorstep demanding a cup of joe. Hospitality demanded that a hot beverage be offered to every lost sheep that graced our doorstep, so we had to at least appear as though we were willing to make coffee. However, there was always a pot of tea ready for whoever may be milling around the house…and none of the herbal tea stuff either, my father would have had a heart attack.
As a child my day almost always began with tea and toast with marmalade. The toast and marmalade were optional, not the tea. If I had said, “no thanks, I’ll just make myself a cup of coffee,” I know exactly the response I would have got, “you need your head read?” That comment is my families version of, “are you crazy.” Now that I am an adult…in years anyway…you would think that I would have tried it just once…Nope, I like my tea. So, on this Canada Day, when 90% of Canadians will be lining up for a double-double, I salute you, with a cup of steeped tea. 🙂
God Bless, Julia