food as art – tea

Rich and earthy, Hubei tea drinks well. Graced with a brick of tea as a gift, I cannot bear to consume it, shaving it down bit by bit until nothing remains.

Instead I keep it imagining caravans crossing deserts and mountain passes. A time when bricks of tea stood in lieu of gold. I savor the aroma, a hidden treasure symbolic of days long since gone.

18 Comments on “food as art – tea”

  1. Whimsy Mimsy says:

    This reads like a poem…you should write one about your brick of tea as well. 🙂

    • billgncs says:

      thanks Mimsy ( If I may be familiar ) I will give it a whirl.
      My poetry engine has been a little low but this is an intriguing subject.

      thanks for stopping by

  2. Bodhirose says:

    I’m a lover of all kinds of tea too…but had never heard of a brick of tea before…it’s really pretty. I think I couldn’t bring myself to carve it up either. I’ll bet it smells good…perhaps like a mild incense of sorts…or maybe just like…tea. 🙂 My mind is swirling with questions…

  3. A brick of tea? Are you tea – sing me? ♥Resa

  4. I have never known or heard of bricks of tea. You shave pieces off and put it in boiling water?

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