Have you ever cut tea?
When I was a child my grandmother, who lived just down the hill from us, grew spearmint on the east side of their house. On cold, wintry mornings Mama used to tell one of us children to run down to Grandpa’s to cut tea for breakfast. I was always glad when I was the one who could do that job. I know I always took longer than necessary because I enjoyed sitting in the cool morning sunshine and listening to the earth wake itself up while I cut tea.
Back then I didn’t realize that other people didn’t cut tea. It wasn’t until I was a grown woman with children when I discovered that expression was not normal. I made a comment to a friend that I needed to cut my tea. I was met with a strange look – sort of a look of suprise and curiosity and amusement all in one. Suddenly I realized how rediculous that must have sounded – “need to cut my tea.” Quickly I explained that I didn’t need to cut my tea, I needed to cut my MINT for TEA!
I cut my tea this morning. I’ve washed and picked out all the grass, and now its drying in the utility room on the washer, dryer, and freezer. This afternoon I’ll bag it in small sandwich bags and then put them into a glass jar before putting them into the freezer. Each sandwich bag of mint will make around 2 qts. of good mint tea.