What is it about frothy milk? Well, whatever it is....I'm addicted. There is something about that foamy goodness that literally sweetens a cup of tea. And settles my nerves and heart all at the same time. I'll have to look into that from a chemical, scientific standpoint, but for now I will just keep sipping...and enjoy every last drop.
I first started drinking black tea with milk years ago as I rubbed shoulders with my British colleagues. There was always a little pitcher of milk on the snack table. And there was always a flowing pot of hot tea, even more than a full pot of coffee. So, it seeped in (literally)! Deep into my American bones. Now I am hooked, "Tea with milk please." And if there is no milk, I will politely pass. Why bother?
Here is where my American-coffee-shop-self merges, realizing that my true UK friends would most likely raise a questioning eyebrow to my mini, handheld frother.
In a previous post HERE I mentioned traveling with my tea bags. I'm afraid it still continues. Sometimes it has morphed into a mini french press, a bag of loose leaf Earl Grey and a frother that nestles into my carry on suitcase. (Hey, at least I didn't lug along the breakable tea cup!! Pat, pat. pat on back!)
I suppose it is one way that I bring some daily continuity and comfort to wherever I go. In my life, full of travels and transitions, sitting down with a really good cup of tea is a favorite part of the day and helps to sooth away the crazy and chaotic aspects of this global nomad's life.