Tea and Memories
"The tea ritual of childhood, to the extent there was one, was very different from the one I observe now."
What Proust's madeleine did for him, hot tea does for me. Every cup transports me back to childhood. In those days I only wanted to drink tea when I was home sick from school. With a nurse for a mother, those sick-at-home days did not come often. The tea was steaming hot and fragrant with oranges and spices I could not identify. Back then I liked my tea super-sweet. After a hot cup or two, I always felt better--not well enough to go to school--but warm and satisfied.
