When I saw today’s WordPress one-word prompt, “tea,” it triggered some unpleasant memories. You see, I am not a big fan of tea. I blame my mother for that.
Tea was her version of chicken soup. She always made me drink tea whenever I was not feeling well. It didn’t matter if I had a cold, a stomach ache, sprained my ankle, or fell off my bike. Tea, she thought, was the answer to whatever ails you. In her effort to ease my suffering, she forced me to drink tea.
Sure, she would sweeten it up with a spoonful of honey in order to make the unpalatable slightly more palatable. It didn’t help. And to top it off, I don’t ever remember feeling better after drinking tea.
To this day, even the aroma of tea causes me to recall feeling of being sick or injured and having to drink what I now consider to be vile stuff. The association between tea and illness has been imprinted on me like some sort of tattoo that I can’t eradicate.
Thanks a lot, Mom.
This, That, and the Other 
As Jack Buchanan says, Everything stops for tea.. (As everyone moves for coffee).. Get it and your Mom made you drink it because she cared for you..
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I once asked my mom, “What do you see when you take tea,” and she said, “You see how much better you feel.” To which I responded, “Fake News!”
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Haha.. Man I will tell you. The secrets agents monitoring this activity will be laughing..
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Is that who the two men in black trench coats that are standing on my sidewalk are? Uh oh. Can I blog from federal prison?
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Nah, that’s just me and Jim and we are waiting for Sandi.. So we could surprise you.. Oops Spoiler Alert.. Ignore.. Ignore.. Delete… Delete…
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Drink two cups of tea and call me in the morning
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What should I call you?
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I have thick skin so call me anything
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I often drink tea when I am sick with something like a cold. It is always very soothing. I have other unpleasant food associated memories though.
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Do tell!
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I think that you should have just told your mom that you did not like it and you were not going to drink it anymore.
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My mom would have none of that kind of disobedience. In our home, her word was law.
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My representation of tea is orange slices and ripe bananas. The orange slices were given to wash down taking codliver and castor oil, and the ripe bananas were part of my before school breakfast. I would gag every time and was threatened with a beating if I threw up. Yuck! Took some years to get over the oranges, even more (until now) for the bananas.
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I start each day with a sliced banana in my cold cereal and try to have an orange at some point nearly every day.
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I’m glad the mention of that doesn’t repulse me anymore.
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Me too. Lots of potassium in bananas and sunshine in oranges.
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Yeah. And I finally learned how to peel the skin without using a knife! Annnd…I actually eat the white dry part too! I also know how to peel a banana without using a knife to chop of the top. Sigh. I’ve grown so much!
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