Converted
Given that I’ve spent the last seven months working on a documentary about tea, perhaps this is not the smartest thing to admit, but, I’m not a huge tea drinker.
Sure I dabble in some white silver tips if my skin is feeling particularly bedraggled, and I won’t say no to several cups worth of sencha when trying to help my body digest the bucket loads of salt that encompass my favourite Chinese food, but tea as a daily staple, no not really. However, this has all changed.
This weekend I’ve been struck by that annual British Nationwide event,no not the nomination of our Eurovision contestant, but the Winter flu. Unfortunately my Sister was staying for the weekend, so as I packed her off to go to the local Museum she asked me if I’d like anything – a cup of tea perhaps?
For the first time in my life I craved tea. There was something wonderfully soothing about it – the mix of tea and milk caressing an angrily croaky throat, the flavonoid antioxidants and theanine providing my white blood cells with much needed allies in their flu fight and enough caffeine to give me the energy I required to trudge downstairs to get some cookies from the kitchen cupboard.
The flu may be on the way out but I don’t think my tea craving will be. I’ve been converted.
- Megan
