No, no, no, I’m not going back to coffee. Yet.
But I think I’m giving up on tea. I just don’t yike it. Never have, never will.
I’ve tried several kinds now, and it just ain’t working for me. Tea tastes like grass.
This morning, a dear, well-meaning friend tried to introduce me to Chai tea. She even showed me how to doctor it up just right with milk and sugar. It smelled like potpourri.
Now, I like potpourri. It smells nice.
I DO NOT WANT TO DRINK POTPOURRI.
So you know what I’m going to drink now?
Cause I like water. I feel good when I drink water. Water does not aggravate GERD. Water does not put on a gymnastics exhibition in my gastrointestinal region. And best of all, water does not smell like potpourri. Or taste like grass. So there you have it. No more tea.
Drinking tea, for me, is like trying to be someone I’m not. You might as well ask me to put out a red light and stand on a street corner. It just ain’t happening.
I mean, who grows up south of the Mason-Dixon Line and hates tea? No one. Except me. I’m definitely a lost cause.
I tried. I really did. I wanted to like tea. But I don’t. End of story.