Make It A Threesome

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My husband and I were traveling in Ireland many years ago.  We were on our way to see the Cliffs of Moher.  We stopped in a lovely little town, Ennistymon.  There was a little restaurant called “The Sugan Chair”.   Most times in Ireland when we stop to eat we order tea.  There’s nothing better than being in Ireland, exploring, and drinking tea.  When the waitress brought out the tea we each made our tea to our very different tastes.  I remember vividly lifting that cup for the first taste and the aroma getting to my brain before the tea touched my palette.  The aroma itself lifted my eyebrows and soothed me in comfort.  That first taste.  Oh.  I had no idea tea could taste that good.  I held the cup right under my nose as I savored the taste, so I was getting the double whammy.  Aroma.  Taste.  Make it a threesome, with the addition of my hands absorbing the comfort of the warmth of the cup.

We’ve returned to Ennistymon a few times over the years.  The Sugan Chair is gone.  There have been restaurants of other names in its place.  We’ve gone in, sat down, and enjoyed a cup of tea.  The tea has always been good.  But never has it reached the level of that perfect cup of tea of so many years ago.

I love a good cup of tea.  A good memory.  A good love to share it with.

That best cup of tea.  Some things really can reach a level of perfection.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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29 thoughts on “Make It A Threesome”

  8. Memories are treasures that the mind holds that can be revisited whenever one chooses. You have a treasure of your own in that memorable cup of tea, a lovely one indeed! I’m thinking that “The Sugan Chair” surely had those chairs with the seats woven from the Irish straw-rope. There is a very old cradle made of woven sugan that had been passed around my family for many years, but now is unused due to age and the hope to preserve it for future generations. My siblings and I decided that it should be kept by the oldest child of each generation, presently my eldest sister and next would be my Son as the eldest of our children’s generation, followed by Benjamin. That cradle holds many treasured memories for many of us. Thank-you!

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    • We thought those chairs would be in there as well. To our ‘memories’ they were not. We could be wrong on that part but neither of us remember seeing a sugan chair. But that’s okay. We liked the homage they paid to the chair. And what a heirloom to have! Not just the physical object, but the family’s combined efforts to preserve it and an agreement on how to pass it down. That is very much a part of it.

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  9. There are some memories that suddenly rise like a sweet aroma of a much loved tea, brewing without notice inside our heads and leave us smiling 🙂

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  11. We were flagged down to stop for a cancer charity morning tea when passing through a tiny town in outback Queensland, Australia. The ladies dressed in their Sunday best poured the tea from big battered old town hall pots. I’ve never tasted better nor had my friend who grew up in Sri Lanka. Neither of us will ever forget that morning cuppa in Queensland on the town hall lawn.

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    • Thank you for sharing this IFH. I’ve had a lot of tea in my life, but that aroma and that taste stand out so strongly. I love that “big battered old town hall pots’ were used. They must have held in all the flavors from over the years.

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