I think that tea tastes better in certain cups. There, I’ve said it. But I don’t think I’m the only one. I can’t be the only one to think this. I know it sounds a bit OCD, potentially a bit superstitious, but I believe the deliciousness of my tea can depend on what cup it is.
I have several particular cups which I will always reach for, and this bat cup here is one of them. A gift about 15 years ago from my mum (she bought it from Whitby) this gorgeous pot mug is my main go-to. Its ability to comfort me when my mood is particularly terrible is weird and wonderful. Who would have thought a cup could have such power?
When I have a cup of tea, it’s a special moment in the day. When I finish my cup of tea at breakfast, I immediately look forward to the cup of tea I’ll have after lunch. When I finish my cup of tea after lunch, I look forward to the tea I’ll have mid-afternoon and so on… I don’t like being asked to do something when I’ve just brewed a cup. (I don’t think anyone does…) The time, while the tea is still piping hot, is sacred, and a few minutes away from it will bring it to a tepid temperature which really minimizes the enjoyment of ‘the special moment.’
I know people will be pissed about this, but…I’ve been known to throw away cups of tea that have cooled down too much, and then make myself another, because I believe life is too short not to fully enjoy a cuppa. I believe in the ritual of making a proper brew, in a cup I love and taking a few minutes to damn well enjoy it in as quiet a place as I can find in amongst the rush of the everyday.
p.s. Milk in last. Always.