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Teacups can be fancy bone china with delicate flowers hand-painted on them, and they can be sturdy solid-colored things that sit firmly in the hand of their human. Either way, as long as they hold the tea well…
Today, I chat with one of the latter kind. This tea mug is a no-nonsense teaware that talks as straight as the tea within tastes.
Little Yellow Teapot: Howdy, and thanks for taking time to speak with me. How long have you been helping your human enjoy tea?
My Lady’s Teacup: For things such as friendship, time is but an instant. It seems as I have always been with my Lady. We did have that first period where I sat on the shelf a lot. My Lady was into small teacups. But then she discovered me, a mug, and her very favorite color. My Lady wears a lot of turquoise stones, which are known to carry great wisdom and truth. The color turquoise is one that brings serenity.
Other than that, I’m not talking and reveal both my Lady’s age and my own.
LYT: No problem. This little teapot respects such secrets. And he understands about favorite colors. My humans used to like green best but switched to yellow when I came into their lives. Where were you made?
MLT: In America! People have accused me of being an illegal alien, but this is not true! I was made right here. Years ago…I’m not saying how many…Wal-mart Corporation made a point of proudly selling ‘America Made’, if you will remember. The company who made me does have foreign factories, but just look at me. I am proudly American Made.
I know, you are going to point out that I am fashioned after that absurdly popular star, Fiestaware. My Lady has some of that, and let me just say there is no difference in the quality, and in fact, my handle is so much better to hold. There is talk that I may even be from the same factory, if you know what I mean.
LYT: Yes, I know. Either way, you’re quite an attractive mug. Do you still keep in touch with your “siblings”?
MLT: Yes, with the plates—Dinner and Luncheon. And with Turquoise Coffee Mug. That’s all of us that are left. We are sturdy souls, keep our chins up and carry on. And I have sensed that my Lady guards me. She, well, she treasures me.
I look a lot like Turquoise Coffee Mug, almost exactly, but there is a difference in our rims. I have a lady rim, of course. The Mister uses Coffee Mug. He could not tell the difference at first, and my Lady had to point it out to him. I’m afraid she got a little, well, haywire-flooey over him pouring coffee into me. It was not a good memory…
LYT: So nice to be so well thought of. One of my humans can’t stand coffee and would probably get just as “haywire-flooey” if my other human dared to put coffee in me. Which is your human’s favorite tea?
MLT: It somewhat depends. My lady is quite a creature of habit. Habit, you know, helps keep us—teaware and humans—reliable, responsible, and really, really useful. She generally enjoys a single cup of Ceylon tea, from leaves, first thing in the morning. After that she usually has a more sturdy blend, say a cup of Devonshire Tea or sometimes Taylors of Harrogate English Breakfast tea. Each afternoon nearing 5 p.m., almost without fail, she sits with a cup of Darjeeling. Sometimes in between she has rooibos tea. We are liking that more and more, I have to say.
LYT: Those sound like good choices, although I must confess that my humans have sworn off of Rooibos. They prefer true tea (from the
Camellia Sinensis plant). Which tea does your human think is yucky?
MLT: Well, if you cannot say something nice, don’t say anything at all. That’s our opinion.
But…pst…I’m not naming names, but my Lady ordered this fantastically high priced French breakfast blend that lots of reviewers raved over. We tried to like it, we really did, but I heard her say she thought it tasted like dirty socks. I thought it was murky. She even put sugar in it, you know, like the song. But it did not make it go down any better. It is all a matter of taste. She lets the tin sit in the cabinet, hoping she’ll meet someone who might like it, but I say, let-it-
go.
LYT: So sorry to hear about that. Price certainly doesn’t indicate quality. Thank goodness my humans have never steeped anything in me that tasted like dirty socks. What does your human usually use in her tea?
MLT: We like our tea black. My Lady does not brew the tea strong for this reason. Sugar is not all that good for a human, although on rare occasions my lady takes a treat of a bit of honey and lemon. And whenever she has caught a head cold or the flu, honey and lemon in tea in me is just the perfect medicine.
LYT: Sounds like a good alternative to all that stuff humans keep in their medicine cabinets. Can you tell me how your human treats her teapots? For example, does she wash you regularly or let the tea build up in you?
MLT: Sometimes my Lady uses a teapot. She broke the lid of her favorite little one. There are many on her shelf, because she used them a lot for years, but she set about to simplify her life and decided she likes things just she and I. Well, and sometimes she uses the little white one given to her by her beloved Big Mama. She washes it after and sets it in the china cabinet.
I’ve sometimes wanted to go into the china cabinet, but then, well, a lot of pieces my Lady no longer uses go in there. I’m not ready to retire!
LYT: Certainly not! You look like you could go on serving up great tea for years to come. Not to get too personal, but could you tell us if your human usually sips or gulps?
MLT: Sips. Although there are those times she’s running around trying to keep up with the little boy and does sort of gulp as she passes by. I don’t like to speak of her lapses. It’s not polite.
LYT: Quite understandable. Some teas she likes are ones that my humans think are real gulpers (but they still try to gulp in a well-mannered fashion). But I understand she enjoys her tea in a more refined manner. Does she usually used bagged or loose tea?
MLT: Oh, my Lady uses both bagged and loose. My Lady is Not a snob. (I sometimes wish she would be a little more genteel…but I love her. I don’t want to be with anyone else!)
She does prefer an infuser, because she doesn’t like the tea to stay in the water, don’t you know. A lot of people don’t mind this, but we do. The infuser is also one of the large ones with plenty of room for the leaves to spread out and breathe. It fits over my rim or in the top of a teapot. It has moons and suns and stars around the wide rim. You should have seen my lady when she found it at the store—she gave a shout of joy. She talked all about this over the phone while she celebrated with a good cup of tea out of me.
LYT: Certainly, a large infuser like that will let those tea leaves swim around free in you and infuse fully. Thankfully, though, my humans don’t stick one in me. They just strain out the tea when the steep is done so it doesn’t get bitter by oversteeping. Any other thoughts (about tea, that is) you’d like to share with our readers?
MLT: That marvelous British actor and playwright, Arthur Wing Pinero, said it all: “Where there’s tea, there’s hope!”
LYT: Well said. Thanks for your time.
Another peek into the life of a teaware faithfully serving up tea.
[Thanks,
Curtiss Ann, for helping your teacup up her answers and send them along with her photo to my humans.]