We were driving through a far away little town and found a little coffee and tea shop. We went in to get a cup of hot tea for me. An iced tea for him.
His was an iced green tea. Lovely. Refreshing.
Mine was a hot chai something or other. Not a chai I have ever had.
It was to go. The name of the tea wasn’t on the tea bag. So I can’t share it with you.
I had to wait twenty minutes for it to cool off enough to sip. America, you make your hot tea way too hot.
He asked me how it tasted.
I told him it tasted purple.
He gave me a husband look. I asked him if wanted to taste it. He said sure. He took a sip. And handed it back.
I asked him if he liked it. He said not really.
I asked him what it tasted like.
He said “purple”.
You would think by this point in our marriage he would know he could take my word for things.
