The Daily Globe newsroom is filled with 10 desks … eight lining the walls and two stuck in the center of the room. Very rarely will a newsroom visitor see all 10 desks occupied at any one time during the day. We all have our own unique schedules.
My desk is in the back corner, and my nearest neighbor is the Globe‘s online content coordinator, Kari Lucin. She has a fluffy dragon candy dish on her desk that lures many visitors from other departments. Today, she added a returning winter-time feature … a teapot filled with her latest brew.
Kari (along with editor Ryan) are the biggest coffee connoisseurs I know, but Kari also relishes a good cup of tea.
I can handle that.
I’ve never been a fan of coffee. I can tolerate the bitter smell, but not the bitter taste. I figure some day I’ll develop a taste for it, but considering how old I am already, perhaps not.
On the other hand, I do enjoy a good cup of hot tea … the credit goes to my Grandma B.
I can’t recall how young I was when I sipped my first cup of hot tea. It’s probably safe to say there was almost as much milk in my cup as hot tea, and probably a teaspoon of sugar as well.
Each afternoon at 3 p.m., like clockwork, Grandma B. put her teapot on the stovetop in her Smith Avenue house in Worthington. When the whistle blew, she called us to the table for tea and her latest selection of home-baked cookies. I fondly recall dunking her peanut butter cookies into my tea cup and fishing out the bits of cookie with my sugar spoon.
Every time I have a cup of tea, I think of Grandma and our afternoon conversations around the dinner table.
In all the years Grandma drank tea, I never saw her use anything more than the standard tea-filled bags you can buy in bulk boxes. When she died, I think our family found five full boxes … each filled with 100 tea bags … in her storage closet.
At the office today, Kari made her tea the old-fashioned way … using a little tin filled with tea leaves and spices, along with her own tea bags. The orange spice tea was very good and, even though it wasn’t made just like Grandma’s, it was Grandma B. who I was reminded of just the same.