Over the last 10 years it has been my quest to begin liking things that I hate and “grown ups” like. Like wine or politics. I just never seem to be able to find that elusive desire for the yucky things. Although I do enjoy more vegetables now than before so there is hope.

One thing I have tried on occasion is tea. I don’t really like tea. It smells beautiful and rich, fruity and spicy, but it tastes like nothing. Well, next to nothing. Maybe like boiled grass or cigarrette ash soaked for 30 seconds in water, not that I’ve actually ever tried that. But either way, most of my attempts are fruitless. I can drink down an apple cinamon or some similar concoction, if I let it steep for about 10 minutes but I would just rather add on 350 calories and 42 marshmallows and go for a hot cocoa. But now? I have found that one elusive tea love.
On our way back from Queens last week, the Husband just barely survived the trip into Queens, through Queens to Long Island, and out of Long Island. It was painful to watch him try to stay awake that I, having slept for a full 4 hours the night before, decided to take over the driving. Except, I only had 4 hours of sleep the night before and no sleep that day. I needed caffine and since I was in the mad rush to find the perfect tea (yet again) I went to Starbucks.

I don’t think I have ever, in my life, been to a Starbucks.

Fortunately Sarah, who shares my dislike of tea, was with me and recommend her new love. The Chai Latte. Let’s pause for a moment while the angels sing, shall we? Okay, moving on.

I drank this nectar of the gods and at last found my personal Nirvana. It had flavor and it was like candy, and really isn’t that a wondreful bonus? I drank my chai and set myself on a quest to find that flavor again. In the last week I have bought 3 different types of chai from the store and tried the latte at Panera’s. The verdict? So far, I like Tazo Chai and only Tazo Chai. But it’s a start. Now if only I could like politics…