Grow­ing up, my fam­i­ly was all about tea. I start­ed boil­ing water for my Mom’s tea at a very ear­ly age and was around it my entire child­hood, yet, at about 13, I devel­oped a taste for cof­fee that’s been with me ever since. It must be from read­ing too much detec­tive fic­tion and/or I sim­ply har­bor a colo­nial Amer­i­can’s dis­dain for things tax­ably “British.” Maybe I should give up postage too. And play­ing cards. Thanks a lot, John­ny Tremain!

I’ve long known about the ben­e­fits tea offers, but haven’t been able to con­vince myself to drink it. Nev­er liked the taste really.  Maybe Dian­na Marder’s arti­cle in today’s Inquir­er will change all that. (Prob­a­bly not, but it’s worth a shot.)