Friday, January 9, 2015

All cracked up!

by Lorraine Bartlett / Lorna Barrett / L.L. Bartlett

Ever since I can remember, I've started my day with a cup of tea. There's something comforting in pouring that first cup of the day. It makes life worthwhile, even on the darkest of days. A cup of tea makes a nice dessert into a spectacular one.  Takes a piece of chocolate to the next level.

But for a period of about three years, I couldn't drink tea at all.  I couldn't eat anything that had any kind of acid.

That was a tough three years.

And then ... one day ... poof!  My stomach troubles just ended.  Yeah, just like that. And I could drink tea again.

A few years back, Mr. L bought me a lovely shamrock teapot from the local Irish store. Poor thing had to sit there with cobwebs for those three years, but then suddenly it was back in action! I wasn't drinking tea on a daily basis, but at least a couple of times a week.

But then fall 2014 came and I started drinking tea every day again. (And loving it!)  Alas, Mr. Shamrock Teapot was getting stressed, but I didn't realize it until last week.  I went to make a pot of tea and -- hello! -- it looked like Mr. Teapot had been splattered by some really nasty grease.  As Mr. L and I don't cook with a lot of oil (and certainly don't have a deep fat fryer), it took me a few moments to figure out what was going on.

Mr. Teapot was suffering from a multitude of stress fractures. Yup, like a skater who trains too much, Mr. Teapot was going to have to retire.

OH NO!

This was kind of heartbreaking, as just the week before I'd had to retire Mr. Electric Teakettle, a dear friend I've had since I first moved out on my own (mumble, mumble) years ago.  My Dad had rescued him from the junk heap just a few days before he fell ill for the last time by replacing the cord, and that's what killed him (the kettle, not my Dad). The cord melted, and boy was I glad it was plugged into the ground fault breaker socket. Luckily, I had a spare.  (Well, actually two.)

Ahem. So, I like to be prepared for any emergency. It just so happens that I have at least four other teapots.  Of course, two of them are "good china" ones, that will probably never be used, but I also had a couple waiting in the wings that I planned to give away during Teacup Tuesday .... whenever I get around to resuming that charming ritual on my own blog.

I'm back in business and drinking my tea once more.

Do you get sentimental about cups, teapots, and small electrical appliances?
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19 comments:

Booklady said...

I get sentimental about teacups and teapots and special dishes as well. I have a set of Cornware that was my granny's. I remember drinking really bad instant coffee with her out of the cups when I was younger. Once in a pink moon (way more rare than a blue moon) I will drink coffee or tea out of one of the cups. Of course the coffee is better than the instant stuff we used to drink, but it still makes me feel as though she's a little bit closer.

Cynthia Hogue said...

My grandmother had a large teacup collection that she displayed on shelves in her sitting room. My uncles usually brought her teacups from their various travels to add to her collection. As children we were always allowed to look at but never touch them. My mother inherited some of the collection and I am now blessed to be in possession of a few of those wonderful teacups. Some are cracked, many are tiny (and I like a "big" cup of tea or coffee) and some have the handles glued back on, but I cherish them all. I will probably never use them but they fill a special spot in my corner cupboard and I think of my Grandma whenever I look at them.

Lorraine Bartlett said...

What a wonderful memory ... I mean of your granny, not the coffee. : )

Lorraine Bartlett said...

Sometimes it's the chips and cracks are what tell the story and remind us of our loved ones who are no longer here. I wish we could all share pictures on the blog like you can on Facebook. That would be so cool.

Maggie Sefton said...

I'm not sure if I could live without drinking hot tea, Lorraine. I drink multiple cups of black tea during the day. I just love the flavor. Maybe because my Irish-Engligh father actually gave it to me in my bottle when I was only a few months old and crying with teething pain. He said I stopped crying right away, and I've been drinking tea since childhood.

Grandma Cootie said...

I don't have any cups or mugs that have been passed down to me but have collected many of my own that are now special to me and get used over and over. Sometimes it just feels good to use a certain cup.

I laughed at first about being sentimental about small electrical appliances but then remembered the hand mixer my grandmother gave me when I got married (mumble, mumble ;-) ) years ago, the coffee pots, the spice dispenser . . . all seem to have some meaning and memory.

Lorraine Bartlett said...

LOL - never thought of it as a teething relief, but sounds good to me. I can't remember a time when I DIDN'T drink tea. I, too, drink it throughout the day. It's a great pick-me-up.

Lorraine Bartlett said...

Yup. My brother gave me a little toaster oven when I first moved out on my own (mumble mumble) years ago. I was still using it until about a month ago when it's cord melted. I don't have the heart to toss it out. I'm thinking about getting a new cord for it. The toaster I have was bought at a yard sale. I've had it for years. Someone stamped the date on the bottom: 1957. It's as old as my brother! (And still works great. It's a Sunbeam.)

Karenmomofthree said...

I most certainly do! I am so sorry to hear about your tea pot but now it is time for new ones. Last year my own tea kettle stopped working with a big blue spark and off to walmart I went to replace it. I actually travel with a small tea kettle as well as we found that the water through the coffee maker at hotels is nasty. It was the bet $9 investment and take my tea with me too. I have a large collection of the tea cups and saucers and I often think I should take them with me when I travel. I miss them when I am not here as I start my day with tea in them every morning. Sometimes a mug just wont do. I loved your post today.

signlady217 said...

I have a matching glass bowl and platter that the platter belonged to my paternal grandmother and the bowl belonged to my maternal one! I also have my paternal grandmother's glass 1-cup measuring cup that I use all the time and a wicker basket, and my maternal grandma's treadle sewing machine and some Blue Willow dishes. I also have a small wooden box with my maternal grandma's initials on it that my grandpa made for her when he was in the rehab center during WWII and I keep my great-grandmother's (her mom) old steel knitting needles in it. :) I'm fortunate that I have several things that belonged to my grandmothers.

Lorraine Bartlett said...

I'm lucky to have a bunch of lovely things that belonged to my paternal grandmother, but have nothing from my mother's mother. Mum did have a ring that belonged to her mother that I absolutely loved. My mother gave it to my cousin because I don't have children to pass it on to and she does. Apparently it didn't occur to her that I could pass it on to a family member one day. : (

Anonymous said...

Lorraine---I'm just the opposite of you because I have nothing from my dad's family (big farm family who were poor and both grandparents died before I was 3 1/2) and lots of things from my mom and her family: linens, depression glass bowl and cake stand, etc. One of my mom's aunts collected teapots, and after she died (I was an adult by then), her son told Mom, my sister, and me to each pick out one. I got Mom's teapot after she died. However, I don't use the teapots because I can't really have caffeine (my exception is chocolate).

Diane LaBrie Leverson said...

I have so many things from my paternal grandmother that I can't name them all. I love all and try to use them or display them. I do have my tea cup collection but those are not passed down to me. I did buy a lovely tea set a few months ago but have not used it. It's almost too pretty to use. I did buy to tea mugs to go with it and I use those. I'll have to take a picture and put it on Facebook.

Anonymous said...

I'm enjoying reading all the comments about things that were passed down from grandmothers. I, too, have a small collection of teacups and saucers that I received when my grandmother passed away. I've just recently started using them because it made no sense not to. I love to drink tea from them and remember my nana. Thanks for the post with all the memories!

Lorraine Bartlett said...

Confession time: I drink decaf tea--but not American stuff. I drink English Typhoo decaf or PG Tips.

Lorraine Bartlett said...

Yes! Take a picture. I'd love to see it.

Lorraine Bartlett said...

I'm glad you're now enjoying your cups. That's what they're for!

Lorraine Bartlett said...

I love seeing all your beautiful pictures on Facebook. Don't stop! You've singlehandedly gotten many women to use their own beautiful cups and saucers.

Aurian said...

I am glad your stomach problems just disappeared, I can't live without my tea! Almost all I drink in a week is hot tea, or Ice Tea from PickWick, which has been sweetened with Stevia.