Earl Grey has always been my favourite tea, yet sitting down to enjoy a cup of orange pekoe has a certain sentimental value that surpasses the simple addition of bergamot oil.
My Grammy loved serving tea. In her opinion there was no situation that a cup of tea wasn't perfect for. Just don't try to sneak in any sugar or else you're bound to be met with her signature scrunched-up face of feigned disgust while she makes fun of your barbaric tea drinking ways.
Spending time drinking tea together is one of the things I miss most about my Grammy. I wonder if she would have liked trying all these different types of tea or if she would have declared flavoured teas 'silly' while she prepared her regular order: steeped Red Rose with a touch of milk.
Although I'm not drinking her regular brand, orange pekoe always brings me back to weekends at Grammy's house; watching YTV (because I didn't have cable at home,) eating Lucky Charms and trying to cuddle her antisocial cat. It also brings back fond memories of her, ones intertwined with the cups of tea we shared together.
Christmas was my favourite time of the year to spend at Grammy's house. She always had the best decorations for me and Hayley to put up and she loved baking Christmas cookies, which were always accompanied by, you guessed it, tea. So spending the Christmastime at her house was always a treat.
Every Christmas morning we would pack up all the gifts we received at home, pile in the van and spend the day at Grammy's house where cookies, tea and more presents were inevitably waiting on our arrival. Her crooked smile as we arrived and excitedly showed her our presents will always be one of my favourite memories.
Now, Grammy has been gone for over six years. The clothes I kept have lost her scent and some memories fade slightly more every year, but when I sit down with that cup of tea and close my eyes I still see her — she's making that funny face at me while telling me that I use too much sugar.