Life This Week 19/8/2019: Tea, Coffee or What?


It’s all of the above for me.

The day cannot possibly begin without a large mug of tea that I bring back to bed after it’s made.  I sit with it there, warming my hands (yes… even in summer) as I plan and ponder the day ahead.  I’m a big fan of easing into the day.  So much so that I wake up at dawn to facilitate this.  There’s logic in there – – somewhere….

While tea has that one strong ritual and association for me, my love of coffee refuses to be constrained by time or place.

When abroad in places like the US, I get a kick out of ordering it using my Starbucks name.

Elsewhere in the world, I love it when the logo on my takeaway pays homage to a local icon.

Back home in Perth, coffee is instant and made with Browne’s milk.  It tastes of lazy days, little traffic and an absence of crowds wherever I walk.

Coffee in Sydney is often a takeaway.  Taken home along with orders for everyone else who’s having a sleep in.
The first place I visit once I’ve dropped my bags off at home after coming in from the airport is my favourite local cafe for that first proper Australian skinny cap in what feels like forever.  My skinny cap then accompanies me to Woolies for a jetlag busting grocery run of fresh fruit, dairy and veg.  Reassuring and familiar places to be after the adventures and irregularity of life somewhat glamorously lived abroad.
Everything’s a bit special when drunk on the plane, at altitude and from fancy glassware…
I’ve got coffee and bubbly on the plane shots for you today but sadly none of a cuppa.  I promise to rectify this on the next trip…
Bubbles… they need no explanation as to why they’re a much-loved beverage.  It can be enjoyed in glamorous corners of Berlin but also at home for Christmas lunch.
It often makes an appearance at special celebrations with wonderful friends.
In moderation, of course.  The bubbles, not the friends.
Other bubbles I love but also in moderation are those of Coke No Sugar.  I’m still mourning the demise of Coke Zero to be honest.  But needs must.
As much I love the taste of this chemical cocktail, I physically cannot drink as much of it as I used to.  Perhaps it’s age catching up with me, perhaps the rest of my relatively wholefood based diet finds the idea of Coke No Sugar abhorrent but all I can manage these days is half a bottle.  It’s that swishy fizz as you twist open a bottle or pop the ring pull that reels me in.
Coffee, tea or something else?
Or are you all of the above like me?



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