Lovely List

Lovely list: drinks (non-buzzy)

I had the pleasure of going to a novelty store in town the other day, and how happy I was to discover their selection of wonderful drinkables! It was ramune, mostly, but they did have quite the selection of teas, too. And wouldn’t you know it, the prettiest tea set in pale green, complete with cherry blossoms (though we’re coming out of season now). Here, take a look:

I expect a tiny tea fairy to pop out of the top at any moment.

So pretty! One day I shall find a tea set with the offset handle (like this) that’s to my liking. But until then…

So this got me thinking about some of my favorite things to drink. Not just because of how they taste, but because the whole experience of consuming them. Then I thought, “Why not make a lovely list out of it?” And here we are. My favorite drinkables are:

-Chocolate milk: There is no better way to enjoy this drink than made with ice cold milk (actual ice in your glass is up to you), poured out in a tall glass, and sipped slowly from a purple straw. Trust me. The purple straw is the key to full chocolately bliss. An alternative to the purple straw is to sip it from the spoon used to stir the mixture, like soup. Truly. Just enjoy it slowly.

Rooibos tea: if you’re not a tea type, totally understand. I’d say perhaps it’s a bit of an acquired taste, but there are so many very delicious varieties out there. Strawberry chocolate is among my tops for rooibos. And it helps keep my allergies under control, so I love it for that.There is little that calms me quite like it, except for…

Matcha (powdered Japanese green tea): Ordinarily I like it hot and traditionally prepared, but I had a milk based version of it the other day. The comfort level it induced could only have been increased if I had been wearing my favorite (read: ratty) bathrobe and fuzzy slippers, rocking gently in a hammock on a mild spring afternoon. Oh the cozies…

-Coffee: my husband is coffee making king! Admittedly he makes it a little weaker than I do, but it’s always satisfying. When it’s my turn to make the coffee, something always seems…lacking. *meep* Coffee doesn’t buzz me, it relaxes me. Well, okay, it makes me sleepy, but that’s close to relaxing, right?

-Snapple mango madness: also something that requires a straw for full enjoyment (color is optional). Makes me think of happy things.

-Pineapple juice: happiness in tiny cans. Yeah, I’m kind of a sucker for those little 6 oz cans. Why does pineapple juice come in cans, anyway?

Rose lemonade: I discovered this at one of our local import stores, and sadly they don’t carry it anymore. I do understand how the flowery flavor might put some off, but really, it’s just light and elegant. Not overly sweet, and the lemon and ginger flavors compliment each other wonderfully (and I do not normally like ginger.) Drinking it is somehow reminiscent of sitting on a breezy deck watching the sun set over green hills.

-Vanilla milk: no, I’m not talking about the powdered stuff. I mean a couple of teaspoons of real vanilla extract in a cup of hot milk, along with a dash of sugar. That stuff is almost as bad as lavender in terms of how sleepy it makes me.

-Rose tea: it’s definitely got a much stronger kick of flowers when compared to the lemonade mentioned above, but it has mood stabilizing properties and goes beautifully unsweetened and paired with shortbread cookies!

-Just milk: is there anything like plain, cold (iceless) milk? Whole, of course. I know some folks just can’t stand drinking milk plain, but what else compliments a sweet baked dessert like cow juice? Soda? I think not.

-Water: a thirst quencher like no other. And it’s the only beverage I can drink more than 12 oz of at a time. Just…lovely.

Ahem! Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to fish out my tea tins and help myself to a few hot cups. What are some of your favorite drinks! Be sure to let me know in the comments!


I want to fall asleep

My little eyes are at half staff. That’s usually a very clear sign to anyone who knows me well that I’m tired. It’s a pretty day. The clouds are oh so fluffy and inviting outside. You might think this is a free write, but I promise you it’s not.

I think there are different kinds of sleepiness for me. This is the “I’m Likely Going to Stay Like This Until I Give Into This or Force Myself to Get Moving” sleepiness. On the whole, pesty, but with a little effort, easy to shake off. If I want to put in the effort, that is.

Then there’s the “Sleep is Playing With Me” sleepiness, where without warning I can easily find myself having the most vivid dreams out of a few precious seconds of stolen sleep. (No, that’s not right; it’s not stolen sleep if you didn’t mean for it to happen. Whatever, I’m going with it.) When that happens, I feel like I’m bugging out on some kind of hallucinogen, so jarring and lively are my dreams. Funny thing is, those dreams are never anything very elaborate. I hear many voices speaking at once, tons of colors, and simple shapes, like triangles, squares, concentric circles, that sort of thing. It takes several minutes of slapping my face to totally shake that off.

I’ve also experienced “Painful Sleepiness”, where I will allow myself to sleep for a few seconds, and every teeny tiny sound will cause me to wake up like bombs are being dropped outside, jolts, jumps, and all. By the end of it my nerves are usually so jazzed that when I try to sleep in earnest, I need to force myself to stop believing I’m going to be freaked awake again. No fun. Whatsoever.

This morning I was visited by “I’ve Slept For Hours…No I Haven’t” sleepiness. I normally wake up some time around 7, and this morning I was awake at 6. So I did my best to get back to sleep, cuddling in, and managing to sleep. Then I woke, convinced I must have overslept. The clock said, “Only 5 minutes had passed”. So I try for sleep again. And soon I wake, again convinced that I’ve managed to doze the morning away. Which is true. I dozed three more minutes of the morning away. Grr. “Sorry, warm bed,” I apologize as I leave the covers, “dumb body has its clock wrong again.”

And at this very moment my “Get Moving” sleepiness is morphing into “I’m So Tired My Eyes Are Tearing And My Muscles Are Twitching, And If I Don’t Do Something IMMEDIATELY I Will Be A Zombie For The Rest of The Night.” Fine. Rooibos, here I come.

But, on second thought, the idea of being undead is suddenly becoming appealing. Think it’ll get me out of making dinner tonight? Couldn’t hurt to give it a try.