What gets you started in the morning? Most of us would probably say a big cup of coffee (or as my sister calls it—starter fluid).
Regrettably, I cannot often say I start my morning with coffee. While I love a good frappe or latte, I cannot tolerate a lot of milk - any kind of milk - so my frappe and latte experiences are few and far between. *hysterical sobbing*
And while a cup of tea isn’t quite enough to assuage these bitter disappointments, there are a few brands that I really, really enjoy and one of my absolute favorite is Rooibos.
A friend from South Africa introduced this unusual tea to my mother years ago. Rooibos is herbal so it can be consumed copiously at any time of the day and you won’t be lying awake or getting a caffeinated twitch in your left eye.
A beautiful dark red color, Rooibos has a flavor that is warm and hearty and utterly indescribable…unless you were to describe it as ‘A Cup of the Africa of your Dreams’. The smell and the flavor instantly bring to mind wild savannas, safaris moving through tall brush to watch lions stalking prey, campfires with dark starry skies above. No, I am not reading off the side of the box, this is my own prose out of my own imaginative head and Yes, it really does taste like this!
Rooibos is best, in my opinion, without milk or cream and with one lump of sugar—no honey. If you can drink it outside, wearing a bush jacket and a pith helmet it will taste even better.
No, I have not done this! What do you think I am; a nut or something? (comment below)
Well, I like imaginative nutcases, so if you have a pith helmet, go a head, do something nuts, you don’t have to post it for the whole world to see, just enjoy the experience.
Rooibos can be purchased at Wal-Mart and I like to drink it out of a FiestaWare mug or a beautiful teacup out of my growing English Bone china collection…English Bone china that has been careful wrapped and stored, hauled miles across the Savanna and then filled and savored while I crouch in front of the camp fire and listen to the roar of the lions…
My General Eating Habits.
Eating and writing are closely intertwined for me. Meal times is often when I have ‘free’ time to write and I usually have drink and sustenance at my elbow while I’m glued to my computer. The writing process for me is usually: Type frantically, chomp, hastily wipe fingers than type some more while I chew and swallow. Or its this: Stare moodily/glassily at computer screen, chew, swallow, stare some more, drum fingers, chomp, munch, stare some more. Usually it’s this.
Repeat either option until meal is over and I have to start and/or go back to work (as if I wasn’t working already).
I’ll be regularly sharing some of the food that I eat while I submerge myself in the crazy phenomena called creative writing. I’m not saying these foods will make you leap tall writers blocks with a single bound, or turn you into a plotting genius, but good food makes a happy writer, and a happy writer is…well, a happy writer.
Seriously, a writer is an athlete, albeit a mental one, and they have to eat to keep up their energy—though I admit, when the Muse has struck I have sometimes forgotten to eat.
To sum up, it helps if what we writers eat actually tastes good, which brings me to the first of one of the many tidbits that get me through the day and my writing. Though sometimes the action of eating is a distant sensation, the taste always creates a pleasant haze around me while I work. I’m in a haze most of the time and I say the more pleasant we can make our haze—then just do it.