Tea: My New Love Affair
Don’t get me wrong, I’m a sucker for a good french-pressed coffee. Or a doppio espresso, for that matter. But let’s face it, the coffee (especially at the Statoil) is crap here. So I’ve entered the realm of tea.
- I don’t particularly need to be 100% mentally alert at 8am everyday anymore, unlike at Ivey (I don’t really need to be mentally alert, period, here). No need for coffee, which I only drink before 12pm anyways.
- It’s a nice break from water, especially since Norway is cold.
- I can vary my tea flavours and origins without things spoiling. I have my brand of coffee and I stay with that, especially for freshness’ sake.
- I feel alert without the bug-eyed, buzzy feeling I get with coffee.
- When I actually do need to be a bug-eyed and buzzy again, coffee will work better.
- Tea’s chock-full of antioxidants and goodness. But who cares, it tastes good. Ingesting everything primarily for health’s sake is just sad.
I go through a large pot of green tea everyday (I’ve actually liberated a french press from the common dishes to use as a tea pot). Lipton sells some tasty green tea in those new pyramid bags. I’ve also just tried Lipton’s green gunpowder tea, whose taste and mouthfeel I can only describe as a buttery-clean feel. Cold, I feel like I’m drinking spring. Delicious.
I do have some black tea, specially reserved for times when I need to wake up. That stuff I drink by the cup sparingly, because it’s cheap junk, too. I’d kill for a good cup of darjeeling or lapsang souchong, though.