“When tea becomes a ritual, it takes its place at the heart of our ability to see greatness in small things. Where is beauty to be found? In great things that, like everything else, are doomed to die, or in small things that aspire to nothing, yet know how to set a jewel of infinity in a single moment?” – Muriel Barbery, The Elegance of the Hedgehog
Growing up, tea had special significance in our lives, as I suppose it does for so many. It symbolised a break from whatever was going on during the day; it was a chance to sit on the porch, enjoy the evening breeze, and talk or read a book. There is something calming, almost hypnotic, about dipping a biscuit into a cup of tea, and the sheer concentration required to ensure the correct amount sogginess makes you forget the other things that have been running through your head all day.
I take mine with milk and a pinch of sugar. How do you like your tea?