Tea is on my no-no list right now. Black, green, white - all off limits. The tanic acid is too drying to my damaged vocal cords. I sometimes drink herbal teas that don't have the drying effect, but I miss my good old Ginger Green, English Breakfast, Earl Grey, Lady Grey, Peach Black teas. For the most part, if I want a hot drink, I have been just heating water and drinking it warm and plain. But it's not the same.
Today I decide to go for a good, robust, flavor-filled hot drink of real tea. Ahhhhh!!! I drool over the choices and finally decide to go for the Peach Black. I start with cold water, heat to just the right hotness, immerse the forbidden teabag and watch the water turn warm brown with just a hint of orange. I inhale the steamy aroma, breathing deeply past my constant cough. Delightful.
I take a test sip, holding the liquid warmth in my mouth, letting the full impact bathe my tongue, cheeks and palate. Ooooooohhh, so good. I swallow, and feel the warmth caress my uvula, then slide down my throat and into my tummy. I practically shiver with delight. What a welcome treat. I enfold the mug in my hands, letting the warmth seep into my bones while the steam fogs my glasses. My whole body relaxes.
I finally tear myself from my libation, set the mug on my cup warmer, and go back to work. Every few minutes, I reward myself with a sip. I know I will pay for this later with a coughing spell, but I deem it worth the trouble every once in awhile.
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