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Addicted to Tea

I brew 4 to 5 cups of tea per day, so I keep a big jar of black tea on the kitchen counter, and a stash of my favorite herbals in a drawer. Tea is also therapeutic for me; I use chamomile blends to relax at night, and organic ginger when my stomach is upset. Herbals with peach or lavender also work as aromatherapy for me; I find both scents soothing. I regularly use calming herbal teas instead of analgesics when I have a headache, and they almost always work just as well.

My grandmother got me hooked on tea when I was a girl. She'd brew a pot for herself in the morning, and give me a little cup half-diluted with milk. If it was raining we would sit in the back room and listen to the storm while we drank our tea. Those are my favorite memories of her, just sitting together with me in the moment.

It's more of a coffee culture here in the U.S., so I'm always happy to meet someone who prefers tea. I feel slightly subversive as I trade tea stories and recommend different blends. Still, it's a wonderful addiction to have.

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