I guess traveling is a bit hard on the body. At the very least, Jet Blue never hassles me about bringing my guitar on board and it’s just about the only time I can watch Anthony Bourdain’s “No Reservations” and Andrew Zimmern’s “Bizarre Foods” on the Travel Channel.
Speaking of food, I love my tea. I don’t care for those aromatherapy Teavana hyped-up yoga antioxidant spicy candlelight spiritual fuity zesty spiritual teas. They never impress.
Instead, I’m talking about the stuff of my childhood — things like Taiwanese oolong. That’s where the depth, aroma, and complexity are for me. And the aftertaste just melts me away.
As I brew my pot I’m also re-seasoning my 14-inch cast iron wok. There will be a dinner party on Saturday, and I need to make sure my babies are ready for action.
