Bring on the Night

Last week C cooked up one of my favourites. Chinese beef soup with huge horse beans. Absolutely yummy.

As always I tried to make casual strolls to the kitchen to get a whiff of the coming treat. That day I found this sight:

From a distance it looks quite harmless, but as I glanced closer, I spotted a white “hook” hanging over the side of the pot. A hook that mistakenly looked like my old multi-use teabag. Normally this is used to throw in a few tea leaves, and drop in the tea for 5 mins. Then you wash it, and use it again next time. Worked fine for some years, but that was before I discovered green tea and that dropping the leaves directly into the tea didn’t kill you.

The teabag looks like this:

As I spotted the bag I asked C if she really raped it in the beef soup, or it was something else. She looked at me and said… “Ohhh.. tea! That’s what it was for”. I turned and walked into the living room with a sigh. I should be used to my things being utilised differently after one year of marriage, but sometimes I am still surprised.

Like the time when our rabbits inherited my old blanket o’cosy for the cold winters in front of the telly.

Or the time the ingrateful rabbits shredded it and C used some nice handkerchiefs (no jokes please) that my mother gave me to sow up the hole. Woe the poor rabbits if they had to put their feet on the cold ground because they tore the blanket apart.

Or maybe the time when I discovered an old favourite shirt being used as a polishing cloth.

Later on the fateful day of the teabag cooking séance, I asked C what special Chinese spice she had put in the bag to give the beef soup it’s taste. She answered: “Tea of course?”.

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