The Rules Of Tea

The other day I had a conversation with someone about coffee and how i like everything about it except the taste.  I like the idea of it: the beans, grinding the beans, the nerdy people who make grinding the beans into a fine science, the sound of it percolating, the smell, the SMELL (got it’s so good), and i like how my parents turn coffee into a big ordeal every morning “doctoring it up”.  I realized as soon as i moved here that by not drinking coffee, i am a total minority in america.  But never fear – I have tea!  The canadian equivalent!  It has all the fun of coffee, but with a taste that is actually enjoyable for me without having to add a ton of sugar, chocolate syrup, and whip cream.  Tea is, hands down, my favourite beverage and because I feel sometimes like making tea is more of an art form than just a drink, I think I can put this in the blog.  Executive decision.  So my disclaimer is that this post doesn’t have anything about the animals, actual art, or any of the other usual things I write about… just sayin.  Below is a letter I wrote to a friend a while ago when i was at her house and discovered that she did not own a tea pot <gasp!>

So take note, everyone:

The Rules Of Tea

Per our conversation yesterday, and because I believe this to be one of the most important things you will ever read in your life, I am going to now share with you the coveted secret of all Canadians (and the British too) regarding the ritual of drinking tea.

There are a few important things to remember that the whole philosophy of tea drinking is based around:

1) Tea is not just a drink, it is a customary ritual.
Let me elaborate: brewing tea contains steps that are like unwritten laws… steps that progress in a certain reliable order that we will elaborate on later.  Making tea involves unique cultural practices that regulate our social conventions and customs, and brings us together as a society and nation.  Tea is a powerful thing…

2) Tea is sacred and when brewed properly you can harness the natural powers of its contents.
What i mean by that is: if you need to relax and go to sleep, there is a tea for that.  If you need rejuvenating energy, there is a tea for that.  Want to lose weight?  Want to focus more?  Prevent illness?  Etc? Tea can be a portal to happiness, health, and wisdom.

3) Brewing tea involves a series of steps, vessels, and accessories
To make the best tasting tea in the world, and to not be shunned by Canadian society (gasp! a horrible thought!) there are a few important things to remember: tea kettle, tea pot, tea cup, tea bags (or loose leaf if you want to be extra fancy), sugar (granular or cubed), milk (1% or 2%), tiny elaborate spoons, fancy napkins, optional: scones (golden brown, with rock sugar on top…), and a tray to put all that on. If you provide all of these things to a canadian, they will know what to do with it, and you will be a hero for offering it to them. You don’t even have to make the tea, just having all the right stuff will make you a superstar. BUT I will give you the steps below so if you ever find yourself hosting a tea party for canadians you will pull it off like an old pro…

The Steps:

Boil the water in a whistling tea kettle – in some cases, a full boil is too hot for the type of tea you are making, so you want to turn the stove off right before the kettle whistles.  You will know when the time is right when the pot is making a lot of ‘pre-boil’ noise but not yet whistling.  I can show you sometime… recognizing the pre-boil is a skill that takes time, practice, and fine-tuning.  OR you could just say ‘screw it’ and let the kettle whistle so you know for sure the water is ready… besides, all canadians love the sound of a whistling tea kettle.

Pour a small amount of water into the tea pot.  Just a half cup or so.  Swirl the water around in the tea pot to warm it.  Dump out that water.  Pour in new water all the way to the top of the tea pot.

Add a tea bag (or loose tea in a tea-ball).  You always want to put the tea in after the water, because there is something about burning the tea leaves with the boiling water if you pour the water right over it, but I don’t really get it because what’s the difference if the tea goes in the water AFTER  it is poured?  It’s ending up in near boiling water either way… i don’t argue with it, that’s just the way it is.  Says my Nana.

Let the tea sit (steep) for 3-5 minutes. If you have a tea cozy, put it on your teapot to keep it warm. Tea should be served as hot as possible, and only allowed to cool down in the tea cup.

Give the tea a little stir before pouring to make sure the tea has evenly infused in all the water. Pour the tea into some small and dainty tea cups. Take the tea, sugar, milk, spoons, napkins, and scones (that you baked earlier) out to the guests and then the fun part begins – adding milk and sugar.

This is also the part that is easiest to mess up… so don’t be in a rush.  The color of the tea after milk is added should be a pale tan.  Too much milk and it will look like a biscotti cookie color, too little milk and the color will be more like watery coffee.  You want somewhere in between.  I wish i had an image of the perfect cup of tea to add to this section, but I will just have to demonstrate for you sometime.  Sugar is added to each person’s individual taste.

Stir it all up with the tiny elaborate spoon.  Then: pinkies up, sip, and enjoy!  And eat some scone.  And partake in some social gossip: “did you hear about all the things?!”

There you have it, Canada’s social ritual all summed up.  Each vessel you use and each process is like a step along a sacred pathway to the “perfect cup of tea” and no part may be compromised or altered.  It just isn’t the same otherwise (i mean, it might actually be the same, but it’s not the SAME, you know?!) Sooooo the moral of this elaborate lesson on tea is: buy a tea pot.

Update: she bought a tea pot.

How It All Began…

Every artist got their start somewhere… I’m going to share with you the story of mine:

I used to draw a lot when I was a kid.  But almost all kids draw a lot when they are little, so does that mean they are going to end up as artists?  Probably not… and I never expected that was going to be any different for me.  In fact, I wasn’t a particularly gifted kid when it came to art… my friends pictures were always more creative, more colorful, more accurate… just better.  What I drew wasn’t actually art, because in my little 8 year old mind, “ART” had a very narrow definition: paintings of flowers in vases with hazy color-melded backgrounds.  Kind of like this:

 
I thought art had to be painted, that it had to be realistic, that it had to be sophisticated.  What I only recently have discovered is: none of that is true.  Art can be anything, and through this blog I am still trying to explore what it means to me.  It is exciting because for most of my life I had held on to that very particular “flowers in vase” idea of what art was, even though as I grew older my definition did grow to encompass things like sculpture, carvings, pottery, illustration, photography, and more.  But my umbrella of ‘art’ never included anything I drew… especially not the picture I am about to show you of a little cow.  The little cow that started it all.
 

 
*Disclaimer: the photo quality of the drawings i am featuring in the post may not be the best quality as they are actually photographs of prints, not the original art.  I drew these between 10-15 years ago, and the hard drive they were saved on has long melted or exploded or disintegrated, but about 7 years ago, while I still had the original files, I luckily had the foresight to print them out on the fancy color laser printer in the admin office at my work.  All 85 of them.  Let’s just say that when my boss reviewed the end of the month print log, they noticed.  And I learned of something called an ‘end of the month print log’.
 

I’m not sure many artists can pinpoint the exact moment they drew something that would lead them to become artists, but that little picture of a cow was the beginning for me… sure, I had drawn pictures of horses, bunnies, kittens, puppies and other things that little girls draw, but none of them were connected to the style of art that has become “mine”.  I probably drew it when I was about 15, and everything before that falls into one category, and everything afterwards has led to me today.  This is the second picture I drew:



I got my start using Microsoft Paint.  The cow picture was probably the result of some intense procrastination of geography homework or an English essay or something.  In my post-cow world, I would often doodle on the computer and create all sorts of pictures instead of studying.  I probably created hundreds of drawings, but only 85 of them were saved and printed out and now exist.  I never appreciated their value until recently, because I started considering them as more than silly little doodles and as part of my story.  I’m sad the original files are lost, but at least I’ve got something. 
 
Below are a few of my favourites, and the link to the album on my facebook page has the rest.   I don’t remember what the 3rd or 4th or 5th pictures I drew were, so they are not in any particular order.  These may not be sophicated, realistic, or have any deep meanings, but I’m coming to learn that they are art nonetheless. 
 
 
 
 
A helicopter ride over the jungle: I added a lens flare to this one at some point after I got Photoshop
and was messing around with the effects

Camping trip: these tents were modeled after the BRIGHT orange tent my family had

Chico flying through the city on a pencil: my old dog Chico was a shar pei,
and I don’t know why he travels via giant pencil.  I guess everyone has their preference.

Elephant for one.

Snowy night: since it didn’t snow a lot in Vancouver, I liked to pretend it did.  I always thought Christmas lights looked better in snow because of how they reflected the light

Jungle hut: I would advise against hanging around here for too long

Hummingbird: it’s a prehistoric giant hummingbird actually

Rainbow land: I want to go to here.

Frolicking rhino: because, you know, sometimes you just gotta!

Shark canyon: I don’t know what that little monkey creature is doing, but he is probably trying to figure out how to befriend the shark and ask for a ride down the river.

Jungle hut 2: drawn using the pencil tool, then an effect added in photoshop

Gravity: it always wins