i didn't know tea was so complicated that one needed to be taught how to make it. on the other hand, the crime scene that is our kitchen after i'm done making tea, could totally lead a person to think it takes all kinds of sorcery to produce a delish tasting cup of tea.
actually, my teacups resemble mugs because no teacup holds a large enough amount of tea to satisfy this loose-leaf addict.
photo evidence: my tea mug next to a regular sized mug. that puppy holds a whopping 4 cups (filled with a current fav stormy night from davids tea).
teaching him to make tea doesn't mean chris is going to start serving me tea when i am craving a cup, but rather 'for when i'm not home to make it for him'. it's a good thing our roles in this marriage are clearly defined. truthfully i don't mind. his recent liking of tea started from a cup of santa's secret from davids tea that we have re-named santa's little helper (the simpsons reference), that i'm convinced only sparked an interest due to the mini candy cane sprinkles mixed in for a festive flair.
so after i had completed my lesson chris asked 'that's it?'
maybe i should have kept my tea making skills a secret, in order to maintain the magic. no, the only real magic going on is the ability to choose what type of tea i want from my 20 or so kinds in the cupboard. it's rough.
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