I start every morning with a cup of tea. Sometimes it’s green tea; sometimes it’s jamaica; sometimes, it’s just a piece of ginger in a mug of just boiled water; sometimes, it’s a slice of lemon. And sometimes, it’s simply plain hot water (are you scoffing? Try it. It’s wonderful).
For years, we have been using a hardware store stovetop kettle to boil the water. After the blackout of August 2003, when the red plastic button was damaged by boiling water on the barbecue, we swore we’d replace the kettle. The button used to be a very jolly red. Amazingly, in spite of being melted, the button still works. But it really is rather an unfortunate colour 1.
This year has been a good one for lawn sales. (Our $2 juicer is working fabulously). And early in June, as we were taking a Saturday morning bike ride, just when we weren’t looking at all, at long last, we saw the perfect kettle at a lawn sale. And we paid top dollar: $10.
We decided that it would be a good idea to always have the lid and whistle attached. I rummaged through the fabric scraps bag to see what was there. I was SURE I had some cord left over from the last mandolin bag 2 I made. But no. All I could find was red embroidery thread.
And T, being T, wove embroidery thread to make the rope. Yes, that’s right. T knows how to macrame. How did he learn to do this?? He wanted to learn how to make slingshots… (no idea why. Perhaps he thinks Goliath is moving into the neighbourhood and wants to be prepared). But how handy is this skill now?! Silly me for mocking him earlier.
Lately, I’ve been making a small pot of green tea with jasmine. Which sounds a little mundane when it’s said that way. The first time I tried this combination was when my sister-in-law gave me some lovely Japanese tea cups and a bag of jasmine flowers/green tea called “Verandah in the Clouds”. I LOVE both the cups (I should take a photo of them, shouldn’t I??) and the tea.
But the tea cups I’m favouring these days are cups given to me by my mother. I love these cups too. I can never decide which of Mum’s tea cups I like better. But whichever one I choose, the tea really does taste better than if it’s served in any old mug.
Alas, the “verandah in the clouds” ran out. Happily, another sister-in-law gave us a tin of jasmine/green tea called “moonlight on the grove”. Almost as romantic… but now that tin is empty too. We were forced to go to Chinatown and get plain old “green tea with jasmine flowers”.
Luckily, once the new tea is made, I can easily pretend I have a cup of “verandah in the clouds” or “moonlight on the grove” in front of me.
A Mandolin Bag is easy to make
To make our mandolin bag, I used some more of the left-over fabric from a pair of T’s favourite Pakistani trousers (pattern here). We were so pleased with our mandolin and bag that we cloned the bag to include with a mandolin we gave as a wedding present last summer.
And speaking of mandolins, remind me to rave about the mandolined Indian-style turnips we had last weekend.