Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 19, 2020

How to Make a Proper Cup of Tea

Finishing the school year strongly feels like a mighty task this year, and Sarah Mackenzie at Read Aloud Revival put together a fantastic end-of-year offering to help:  six videos by authors teaching kids how to write in various formats.  Since I'm always wishing I still had teachers giving me writing assignments, I did the first project along with the kids:  writing creative nonfiction.  Children's author Miranda Paul instructed us to pick one cool fact that interested us, to ask some questions, and to present our cool fact and what we learned about it in a creative format.   

A couple of weeks ago I made a cup of tea for Noreen and she gave me the highest compliment by saying it was such a good cup, but of course, "you've lived in England," she said.  

When we first moved to North Yorkshire I was very intimidated to make tea for people, but I paid attention and learned a lot, and though how you make tea can be a matter of taste, and the English have strong opinions about it, I feel fairly confident in my basic tea-making abilities.

And now I will tell you how to make a proper cuppa in haiku form, per "my" writing assignment.


I've found British black tea to be much stronger than black tea I buy in America, so especially if you're adding milk, it comes out much better if you use British tea.  And thankfully British tea is pretty widely available in the U.S. now.  Yorkshire Tea is definitely worth searching out; it's strong, but I like my tea strong.


I'd heard that it was important to always begin with fresh water in the kettle, and I remember my mom saying even with making iced tea that the water shouldn't boil too long.  If it boils too long the water loses oxygen, and it will make your tea taste flat or bitter.  When Noreen makes tea for us, she turns off the kettle as soon as it begins rumbling good.


If you're making tea for one in a mug, black tea should steep for at least three minutes.  I prefer five, and if you're using American tea, it should definitely be five.


If you're having sugar, add that first so it can dissolve well, and then add milk to taste.  The above is a pretty good color to me.  But what if you're making a pot?  Well...


One thing I definitely didn't know before living in England was the practice--some might say the necessity--of warming the teapot before brewing the tea by adding warm or boiling water, swirling it around and then pouring it out.


The formula I learnt was to have one tea bag per person and "one for the pot." 

Now, go forth and make a good cup of tea! 

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Day by Day

Yesterday I was preparing to teach a Bible study about the way we spend our time to a group of college girls, so the topic of discipline was on my mind again.  And I was thinking that I really should go back to my old discipline of meeting with the Lord first thing in the morning.  I at least need a few minutes to get my head on straight before the day begins.  Mothering feels very constant these days because James has reached a point of needing constant direction for his day just as Ella does.  If I'm not coming up with something for him to do, he's finding plenty to do on his own, such as throwing away various and sundry items, losing the tops to his sippy cups (Where are those things???), flushing toilets, ordering pay-per-view, etc.  

So, I thought about how that was something I should do, but by bedtime I had totally forgotten about it.  But the Lord was kind, and I woke on my own at 6:43 and was able to check my e-mail, drink my Diet Mountain Dew, and read in peace.  James was stirring by 7:06, and Ella came out of her room at 7:30, but it was enough.  I wish it could have been longer, but it was enough.  Maybe I'll remember to set my alarm tonight.  

P.S.  I just looked down at the open page on my Bible, because I thought I might share something I read this morning, and my eye fell on this:

Awake, sleeper,
And arise from the dead,
And Christ will shine on you.

HA! If that's not a promise about the blessings of rising to meet with the Lord, I don't know what is.  

He whose heart is kind beyond all measure
Gives unto each day what He deems best--
Lovingly, its part of pain and pleasure,
Mingling toil with peace and rest.

-Caroline Sandell-Berg-

Windows of Thy Grace

I Love The Windows of Thy Grace
by Isaac Watts 

I love the windows of thy grace,
Through which my Lord is seen,
And long to meet my Savior’s face
Without a glass between.

Oh that the happy hour were come
To change my faith to sight!
I shall behold my Lord at home
In a diviner light.

Haste, my Beloved, and remove
These interposing days;
Then shall my passions all be love,
And all my powers be praise.

Monday, January 10, 2011

Family Worship

I don't remember exactly when we started having family worship with Ella every night, but I'm pretty sure we did it for the whole of 2010.  "Family time," as we call it, has been really fun lately.  We've been going through a great book KJ's brother and sister-in-law gave to us for Christmas, The Church History ABCs.  It introduces children to people who were important to church history in a fun way and has really great illustrations.  We've been reading two letters a night and are really sad about it coming to an end.  Ella has shown off her impressive memory skills and can tell you that Anne Bradstreet and John Donne wrote poetry, and she especially loves the illustration for John Knox's page:  "Knox, Knox, who's there?"  That is now her favorite joke.  James ripped out Zwingli's page; I'm not sure what kind of statement he was making in doing that.  


Tonight we read about John and Charles Wesley and learned that they wrote over 7,000 hymns.  That caused us to look through The Baptist Hymnal to see which ones were there.  Ella had so much fun looking through the hymnal.  Our search brought us in the way of William Cowper's wonderful poem, God Moves in a Mysterious Way, and we ended the night singing it.  I couldn't help but want to write the words down here for those who haven't read it.  And even if you have it's so good to read again (and again and again).


God moves in a mysterious way
His wonders to perform;
He plants His footsteps in the sea
and rides upon the storm.

You fearful saints, fresh courage take;
the clouds you so much dread
are big with mercy, and shall break 
in blessings on your head.

Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
but trust Him for His grace;
Behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face.

Blind unbelief is sure to err
and scan His work in vain;
God is His own interpreter,
and He will make it plain.