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Haiku 2014-02-20

In Art, Cultural Musings, Food and Wine, This Morning's Tea on February 21, 2014 at 2:59 am
#Rose #Saffron #Chai

Rose Saffron Chai

Saffron brown chai moon

rising in tea cup orbit

Mesmerizes me

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Chai with Jai

In This Morning's Tea on August 6, 2009 at 1:56 pm

Homemade chai is so, so easy, and so simple to concoct to one’s own taste preferences…

Me, I don’t like it very sweet (same with hot chocolate).

I never measure, but lately, here’s what I do:

Boil some water. (Step one for many a thing.)

Add black tea. Loose tea, of course best, but a couple of tea bags for a big mug’s worth of chai will do.

Add spices of preference when you add the tea. This week I’ve been adding black peppercorns, cardamom, fennel seeds, cloves, cinnamon, and powdered ginger. 

Let that boil for a couple of minutes, then add milk of choice, let it return to a boil for a minute or two,

then strain….

Enjoy!

Matcha tea

In This Morning's Tea on August 3, 2009 at 5:57 pm

matcha tea

I was gifted this wonderful concoction…have yet to indulge.

But. My birthday is nigh.

Time to open my arms to those things that make me smile from the tips of my toes!

Matcha green tea..!

The Gift of the Injury

In This Morning's Tea, Today's Practice on April 26, 2009 at 9:04 am

Patience. Empathy. Humility. Accepting assistance.

Acute injury, like the surrounding spring, is fertile ground 

for sometimes allusive qualities. 

I practice now, no cushion required. 

No set time to sit.

No books needed.

Acute injury rivets attention, and guides my awareness away from the peripheral. 

A nice cup of tea, Murchie’s Royal Alberta Museum, a lovely companion.

Oh, and crossword puzzles.

Being in the moment, absolute.

Earl Grey Lavender Tea

In Restaurant Reviews, This Morning's Tea on January 13, 2009 at 11:27 am

A saving grace, in the Queen City.

Where I’ve found so, so, little to nourish an avowed Foodie.

Earl Grey Lavender tea is everywhere.

Where IS this morning's tea?

In This Morning's Tea, Today's Practice on December 31, 2008 at 12:06 pm

 

 

Where is my chair?

Where is my chair?

This post is equally befitting This Morning’s Tea and Today’s Yoga Practice.

While packing for the grand trans-continental divide move two weeks ago, I chose to pack my teapot. To rough it until the movers arrive with the pot, my favorite cup, a chair to curl up in.

I know this is Montana, but roughing it is getting really old. I want my teapot!

I want my Murchie’s! I want a chair to sit upon, dammit!!

Proust in a cup

In This Morning's Tea on December 6, 2008 at 9:15 am

Memories of note once upon a birthday…

And a man, a fellow cinephile, who thought of Jane Austin whenever he thought of me,

me, sailing along a quiet stream, sipping Keemun tea.

Steve McKee.

That was 20 years before I actually adopted tea as my hot beverage of choice. 

20 years and a day before this morning’s Keemun,

my mind floating, my life temporarily adrift,

soon to land in Montana, once again.

At First Flush

In This Morning's Tea on November 18, 2008 at 8:40 am

My first, first flush. 

A cup of first flush Darjeeling.

A cup rare.

A wistful mood drifts away in its steam.

In memory

In Cycling, This Morning's Tea, Yoga on November 10, 2008 at 8:26 pm

Many of This Morning’s Tea posts are composed as I sip said beverage while scanning the headlines of Missoula’s daily online, The Missoulian. This morning’s tea was one of my favorites, Murchie’s CBC, with low fat milk and agave nectar. This morning’s lead story featured one of my favorite catch phrases, “avid cyclist.” My eye, taken, then settled in on the reality:

Ride on, Len’ – Family, friends take ride to remember avid cyclist, advocate

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I know of only one Len in Missoula. And he, an avid cyclist. Remember? That can only mean one thing. Read it, I did. Len, my cycling-at-a-certain-age guru, my inspiration to skate ski one more lap around the Meadow Loop at Pattee Canyon, one of my never pushy bike vendors. Now Len, a source of inspiration in grace.

I, the customer, never knew he was ill. Given the many times I wandered into Open Road over the years, I can imagine he may have felt less well than he let on at least once. But as I know–because of yoga–, and Len and his many honoring friends know because of the zen of cycling, or enjoying the ride, or the call of a kick-and-glide, it is the joy we open ourselves to while here, with others, doing what we love in the moment that adds up to a life so beautifully lived, the beauty of the friendship remains.

And Len, I missed out on skiing last season while in Sonoma, but I’ll be in Montana this winter. And I’ll smile to you when I first snap into my Atomics.

The Real Thing: Chai and Epic or, What's been occupying my time and mind.

In This Evening's Movie, This Morning's Tea on November 6, 2008 at 6:39 pm

BB’s blog has been forsaken of late. But we, my Fellow Americans (a phrase I, the hippy-cum-liberal can finally proudly state and claim), have not been forsaken.

I’ve even been hearing refrains of “I’m Proud to Be an American.” My anti-establishment self-identity can finally feel it. Thank us all for being a part.

But. Where I have been. I’ve been to Helena and back. That’s an old joke.

And a new, amazing job. 

You may now cross-reference my blogs at The Feathered Pipe

Where I am the new, and only second ever Executive Director, following the extraordinary and beloved founder India Supera. 

Recently I was visiting Board member and long-time Feathered Pipe friend Jane Wieland and her son, Sam, where I enjoyed morning chai prepared by our Tibetan friend, Sangmo. Boiled stove-side, this was the real thing (sez me, former consumer of The Real Thing Coca-cola, which I now know is a favored beverage of my Tibetan friends).

There. My Morning Tea while beginning my life’s newest chapter, leading one of yoga’s first retreat center’s in the U.S. (yeah, USA!) in one of my favorite places on earth, Montana. And last Tuesday evening, election night in the USA, an Evening Movie of epic proportion. 

DeMille’s parting of the Red Sea un-dazzles in comparison.