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.Â Maybe Dianna Marder’s article in today’s Inquirer will change all that. (Probably not, but it’s worth a shot.)