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Anyhoo … KARI’S BLOG: A Valentine to Orange Pekoe

By Kari Green
January 09, 2013 - 27 comments

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I’m tired of all this business around green tea.

Oh, I will admit I got caught up in it for a while, wrapped myself in the green tea leaf hype. After all, anything that is purported to have been around for 4,000 years must have some redeeming qualities, right? And sure, it’s supposed to be full of antioxidants, help to prevent cancer, heart disease and stroke. It is claimed to aid in weight loss, has anti-aging benefits, can lower your cholesterol, and make your bones stronger. I read you can even soak cotton balls in it and wash away ear infections and herpes. I can say from personal experience, it didn’t help with the ear infection – I’ll have to take it on trust about the herpes thing. There are also claims it can aid in stress release, allergies, high blood pressure and help reduce the severity of asthma.

So, I guess it’s no wonder people drink it by the gallons. No wonder every tea company has jumped on the bandwagon. No wonder I have to sift through seemingly infinite boxes and canisters of green tea in the grocery store – green tea with ginger, blueberries, cranberries, lemon, lime, lotus flower, passion fruit, more lemon, orange, jasmine, Chinese, Japanese, Matcha – Good God where’s my Red Rose!

Oh my dear orange pekoe – I will always be faithful and here’s why. I just can’t bond with green tea; I can’t have a relationship with it like I do with my orange pekoe. I have no memories of my mum sharing a cup of green tea with me. After all, green tea has been around for thousands of years, so it had the opportunity. No, it was orange pekoe in a china cup with milk (okay, a drop of tea and mostly milk) that made me feel proud and grown up. And the orange pekoe experience wasn’t complete without the accompanying flowered plate of rectangular biscuits with “social tea” pressed in each centre, (and they weren’t sugar-free or fat-free imitations of the real cookie, no sirree.) Oh, and the tea parties orange pekoe and I had – with Barbie, Midge, Ken and the gang. I can tell you it wasn’t green tea they were sitting in stiff-legged anticipation of.

So, to my beloved orange pekoe, my dear Red Rose – I solemnly promise, you need never worry about being replaced in my life by a 4,000-year-old tea that tastes like dirt. You will always be my Valentine.

 

 

Kari Green is an Oakville blogger with an interest in travel, film and food. Maybe less travel, more film and food. Maybe less film and more food. Maybe just pizza.

 

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