My understated love: Tea

I think everyone who knows me knows I love coffee. I’m not addicted by any means – it’s rare that I have a cup every day of the week – but I still love the caffeine and the flavor as well. It’s oddly soothing for me to wake up and start my day with a cup of coffee…. often, if I’m tired enough, it’s my ONLY motivation to get up!

Unfortunately, I’m by no means a coffee expert. I’ve tried to begin distinguishing flavors in regions, but I can never keep them straight in my brain or my mouth. It’s still tough for me to discern a textbook ‘good’ cup from a ‘bad’ one – the only guide I have is my rather blind taste buds that tell me it tastes good when it’s strong and flavorful. But, I’ve actually purchased a few coffee¬†books from Amazon that I should be getting my hands on this weekend that I can’t wait to read!

However, perhaps one thing not everyone knows about me is my love for tea. It’s a different love, perhaps deeper in a way. It very much mirrors my love for beer – there are so many different kinds, styles, flavors and varieties to try, and while I know what I do and don’t like, I’m ALWAYS willing to try a new kind! In this way, my love for coffee mirrors wine – I don’t think I’ve ever had a glass I don’t like, and yet I can’t figure out why. There’s dark roasts and light, and red wines and white, but that’s about as deep as my understanding goes (but soon to change!).

Yesterday, a co-worker stopped by my desk. “I noticed your stash of teas here,” she said. I smiled, delighted – I have two boxes of Tazo tea (my new favorite, Focus, and my ‘sick’ tea, Green Ginger) sitting on top of a tin of Tazo Awake, next to a box of Bigelow Apple Cider, next to a clear jar of mismatched tea bags. “Did you know we have a Tea Club here?”

….. O.O

She excitedly told me all about the group and the massive collection of teas they’ve acquired. There’s no monthly dues, she said; the only requirement is to bring some tea to share and you’re free to partake in the assortment.

I’m feeling a little disappointed, but only because I can’t believe no one had told me about this before! I donated some of my beloved Tazo Focus, as well as some Apple Cider and a Yogi tea I wasn’t a huge fan of (but hopefully someone else can enjoy!). And when I walked over to see the stockpile… holy moly, my jaw dropped!

Loose teas and other varieties!

Blacks, Greens, Whites, Reds, so many different varieties!

Needless to say, I’ve made it my personal mission to try as many kinds of tea as I can, and perhaps find a new favorite! I think Kevin might donate some of his Chinese Oolong tea in exchange for some Rooibos tea he wants to try.

If nothing else, let this perhaps be motivation to go try something you’ve never tried before, be it tea, coffee, or a new food! You never know, you just might discover a new favorite. :)

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Faith in humanity: restored

For those of you friends with me on Facebook, I apologize for rehashing this story multiple times in various places. It just seems too great to me, though, not to share…

So in Wisconsin, snow is nothing new. There’s a possibility we have to deal with it around half of the year, sometimes in greater quantities than others. But the first major snowfall is usually a doozy. This one more so, I think, because typically by this time it would have been at least the third or fourth major dumping. The fact that the snow held off for so long means it’s been longer since people have driven in it and it’s given them more time to forget how bad it can be. Luckily I didn’t encounter any accidents on the way home from work this evening, but something else much more heart-warming.

See, I live on possibly the most horrendous hill in Madison, which also happens to be on one of the busiest streets in Madison: Gorham. I was lucky enough to be able to leave work early today, but it still took nearly an hour to cross town (that’s less than 8 miles, for those of you keeping track) and by the time I got closer to home downtown, it was full-on rush hour. I was going around 5 miles an hour most of the time on University Ave, almost got stuck rounding a couple corners, and by the time I turned around onto Gorham less than 2 blocks from my apartment, traffic was at a complete standstill.

Though this is my first year living in Madison, I’ve visited friends enough that I knew it was going to be bad. In fact, the snow storm 2 or 3 years ago that paralyzed the city and shut down the university for the first time in 20some years? Yeah, I drove to Madison the very next day. I even specifically remember driving down Gorham, quite possibly up the very hill that I now live on, and I remember needing to turn my wheel counter clockwise 90 degrees to keep straight. Let’s just say my skills as a winter driver were tested (and proven!) that weekend, and I knew tonight would be no different.

I knew perhaps not all the other drivers would be as familiar with the treachery that is the Hill of Gorham, so I wasn’t altogether surprised to find traffic stopped. Unfortunately, for those of you who know anything about physics or winter driving, if you’re coming up to a steep hill that’s also full of sludge, you’re not going to get anywhere without momentum. I was able to survive the hill the first time because traffic was moving at a normal – perhaps slower, but at least forward – pace. Once you get the momentum to make it over the crest, you’re golden. But if you never have any momentum to begin with, well… good luck.

Coming up to the hill at less than 5 miles per hour, I braced myself for the worst. So imagine my surprise when I looked around and noticed my neighbors – one of them being my incredible boyfriend – standing around shoveling the road and helping to push cars over the hill! If not for them I wouldn’t have made it into my unplowed driveway, much less up the hill.

Let me iterate this for you for emphasis. This was a group of 6 or 7 people, my age, just standing outside their houses with shovels and their own strength to help people out. They weren’t getting paid, they weren’t in it for anything. They were literally running over to cars as their wheels spun tirelessly, digging and pushing them out just enough so they could make it over the hill and be on their way. They had been standing out there in the cold, the wind and the snow for an hour by the time I reached home. If that isn’t an act of good samaritanism, I don’t know what is.

You can bet as soon as I got upstairs and my legs stopped shaking from adrenaline, I rushed out there to help. The plows didn’t make it out until after 5:30, which wasn’t long after I got out to help. But, it was still much later than they should have been out, no doubt due to the unending backup on the road. I don’t want to think about how much longer it would have taken for the plows to get through if not for the group of people helping. Worse, I don’t want to think about how many accidents or injuries may have happened if not for them.

Thankfully once the plows made a couple rounds, things started moving much smoother and we were all able to head back inside. But I’ll never forget the sense of community and selflessness I felt tonight, knowing that despite everything horrible that happens all around the world everyday, maybe there are a still few good souls left. I tried to get some pictures while I was out there but it was just too dark, and when the flash fired, all you could see was snow. Hopefully I can give you at least a little idea of the scene I encountered, and you can hopefully have a little more faith in genuine, kindhearted human nature. :)

Kevin and a few others pushing a van up the hill

The scene outside my front door

Looking down Gorham: a whoooole lotta cars, and the crew off to the right.

Plows finally coming through!!

Roads looking a little better after the plows

Plow, and snow

The crew standing by. Notice how straight (or not) that truck is driving.

Kevin looking like an old man but without the wrinkles. Did I mention he was out there for an hour?!