It was only a momentary lapse of judgment, but it might have had long-term implications. Fortunately, my habit saved the day.
I Woke Up Feeling Lazy
And that’s where it started. I have a few PG Tips teabags stashed in a sealed container. They’re there for emergencies, such as the rare occasion when I run out of leaf tea, which rarely happens.
But this morning I felt lazy when I got out of bed, and thought long and hard about using a couple of those lovely pyramid bags. No fannings there: PG Tips is quality tea.
Ultimately, I decided against them and headed downstairs to the kitchen.
When I opened the cupboard where we keep our tea, I was again tempted. This time the choice was between my beloved black Assam and two of Ed’s flavored teas. Yes, they were whole leaf teas from a quality vendor, but I wasn’t certain of the flavoring ingredients. After all, there’s no such thing as a Butter Caramel tea plant in nature, nor a Toffee Almond one for that matter.
So once again I brewed my standard cup: steaming hot black Assam tea with enough Masala spices to clear both my palate and my mind. Spiritual benefits may or may not have resulted, depending on one’s view of metaphysics.
I don’t mean to sound pedantic (okay, maybe I do, just a little bit), but when you swing by your local Starbucks or Dunkin Donuts or Tim Horton’s or wherever it is that you go for your daily dose of Chai tea, you need to understand that the very word “Chai” means “tea.”
What you should be ordering—but not even the so-called experts at the drive-through window will understand—is Masala tea, or Masala chai. Masala, in this case, refers to the particular blend of spices that make this tea such a wonderfully comforting way to begin—or end—your day.
Masala Tea Spice?
This is what I buy. Here in Rochester, I get it at The Spice Bazaar on Jefferson Road, but I’m sure you can also find it elsewhere. It’s just that the Spice Bazaar is where I happen to shop. It’s inexpensive, and saves me thee trouble of having to buy the ingredients separately and mix them myself. Besides, who am I to think I can improve on people who have been blending spices since before my country was even born?
And, in the End, the Tea You Make…
…is equal to the tea you prefer.