Steeped with love: Why Ginger Lemon tea will be a remedy for generations.
Growing up, the only time I enjoyed tea was when my great-grandmother served me some of hers on a saucer, and by the time it got to my lips, it was neither hot nor cold it was just right. Mind you she was blind during that time but it's how she fed me that makes me realize today that she had been doing that for years, for her grandkids and her kids to get them to like tea. I did not enjoy tea for a long time after she passed on, she loved it sweet and milky, but one day my mother made me some however what made me drink and enjoy it with nostalgia swirling in my belly was that she made it, especially for me, for no reason, some things are best enjoyed when given to you without an agenda to make tea for someone when they did not even ask you for it. It was a wholesome feeling and I went back to enjoying tea. Was there a connection between tea and my love language? undutiful giving?. Yes, I love things given to me "just because", this makes me think about how I want to be ...