Sunday, January 13, 2013
The Mad Hatter Strikes
So I tried it today, and found it makes a very good cup of tea. And pours differently from the others. This one rewards boldness, sending out a lovely arc right into your cup if you do it right. Or all over the table if you approach it timidly on the grounds that it's full of boiling water. Ask me how I know this.
The bamboo handle one pours very nicely, no challenges there, but the tea tastes sort of softer, less edgy and bright (note the technical terms, which I just made up). And the other, blue and white Chinese one, authentic, from the Asian grocery, the start of all the trouble, both pours well and makes a good cup.
But I now realize I seem to have inadvertently stumbled into collecting teapots. Me, the anti collector, the getter rid of things so adept that I do it for three different neighbors as well as Handsome Son. Me, evidently in the throes I believe that one pot is functional, two pots give you options and three pots form the nucleus of a collection which will take over every corner if I don't watch it.
You can tell that I'm losing this one, since I'm already worried about whether teapots are like elephants. I mean when people collect little elephants, figurines, that is,I don't know any collectors of the actual animals, at least not in this development, though my neighbors are no doubt very familiar with them back in Injah, where was I, oh yes, you're supposed to point all their little trunks to the nearest window so that they protect you, or keep the good luck in the house or something.
Like hanging horseshoes up with the opening at the top, so the luck doesn't fall out. Odd mixture of fantasy and literal mindedness in these beliefs, but anyway, I do need to know how these pots need to be organized for best household outcome, if any blogistas happen to know.
And I've just remembered that somewhere I believe I have a pewter teapot, part of a wedding gift, whose bamboo covered handle wore away with use, and rendered it difficult to use without third degree burns, but it's beautiful, and I bet I can lay hands on it if I try. Oh dear. Four pots is definitely a handbasket.
But I need to know about the spouts.