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Posts from the ‘Tea & Reverie’ Category

Visiting Jane Eyre

I read an exquisite passage this morning. Jane and Rochester are sitting in the orchard at dawn after the ghastly night of Mason being bitten and mauled. Jane doesn’t yet know the deep secret and Rochester is desperate to keep that truth from her. His life teeters at the edge of disaster. Bronte presents this dilemma by having Jane and Rochester speak about Thornfield Hall. Read more

Tea Chat with David

David:
Hi Dunya,
Please recommend a tea that you love to sip that is just about always welcome in your mouth and belly.  I’d like to move beyond my constant coffee. I think the right pot and the right cup could help as well.
Thank you.
— David

Dunya:
Hi David ~
Ok!
These are all black teas since I know nothing about green except that a good one probably can’t be had in America. I had Taiwanese green once properly brewed by a tea aficionado friend and it was so fabulous that I realized all the green dishwater I had been drinking year in and year out was pathetic. So I’ve stuck with my black tea from Wendell in Boston which tastes as good as anything I ever got in UK where even a crappy little cafe knows a great cuppa. Read more

Cozy Smuggling

People always ask me, upon spying this item, if it’s a hat. It could be. Tea cosies (British spelling) look like hats, and winter hats, particularly polartech ones, make passable tea cosies in a pinch.

I took my childhood down pillow that had finally gotten beyond the point of providing any pillowing, folded it in half and stitched up the sides. The cover is made from a beautiful dissolving silk and velvet pillow case from my great grandmother. The fabric frays every time I touch it. In an effort to protect it,  I appliquéd a piece of gold embroidery from an Indian dress. So far it is fine. I’ll just keep patching it as it tears.

Tea Fact: Tea is a natural source of fluoride that can help protect against tooth decay and gum disease. Read more

Sage Tea

Enjoy this delicious tea recipe from my friend, Nema Nyar, beautiful dancer and Dancemeditator:

Dear Dunya,

Here is one of my favorite tea recipes:

Two 6” sprigs of fresh or dried sage in a quart canning jar, add boiling water.  Steep long or short depending.  Add lemon and honey to taste.  Drink hot or cold.  Don’t overdo.  Yum.

Much love and gratitude for all you have shared with me. ~ Nema

Tea Vessels

 

I bought this little amber faux teapot from a Syrian shop in Amsterdam.

There are no holes from belly into the spout for tea.

I put secrets in it.

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Tea Tins

I love tea tins. Especially well worn ones printed with Old Masters paintings that are pitted and rusting but still close snugly enough to keep out salty sea air. This elegant silver one, a gift from my friend, Trinka, has a complex patina and feels heavy in my hands. I fill it with smoky Lapsang Souchong tea. Read more

Sunday Tea & Tunes

She’s sexy. Glossy black and gold cupping the curling, zaftig peel. Almost lascivious. Goes with this music.* (My taste in cake.)
“…ecstasy, poetry, chemistry…

there ain’t no stoppin’ her…supernatural…it’s physical… Read more

Morning Tea

My friend Anastasia Kaser, who lives in the Bay Area, sent me this cup as a Christmas gift. She has its match. The salt-washed China cups belonged to her mother so I feel like her sister. Many mornings we sit bicoastally (I am NYC) in our own time, in our own worlds yet connected by our twin cups as we partake of our morning cuppa. Read more

Spider Letters

Shadows on a slab of wood. Shine on metal. There is a dream within those details. I sit still, look at the space, at the walls, the coats on the door, the vases on a high shelf, the row of blue-and-white dish towels hanging by the sink, the glasses case on the sage green sofa, the aluminum-colored computer, the lacy Victorian tea cup, books tucked in a row with their slender stripes of colors and letters promising a world. Read more

Skin & Tattoos of Vehicles

Pakistani vehicle art and this lovely Lipton Tea elephant.
Every surface in NYC is patterned, tattooed. Nothing is naked.
Spring is that way too—trees donning their knickers after winter’s bare bones.

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