1. my mom’s spice tea recipe

    My mom’s spice tea is one of my favorite tastes of fall and winter. I started my day by making a big pot of it - even though I’m the only one in my house who likes it. It’s Comfort Food for me - in liquid form. My mom made it rarely when I was growing up. I remember spice tea on Christmas morning, snow days and when she’d host her evening card group a few times a year. Sometimes I even got to take the left over to school in my thermos. When you make it, the cinnamon and cloves make the whole house smell good and everything feel all right - inside and out. Happy New Year’s Eve Day, as my father wished me in an early morning e-mail. ~ Janean

    Spice Tea

    2 cups sugar

    2 dozen cloves (or less)

    2 cups water

    2 or 3 cinnamon sticks

    Boil together 15 minutes

    Pour 8 cups boiling water over 6 tea bags (or 2 Family Size tea bags), let stand

    Add to sugar mixture when brewed

    Then add: 4 Tablespoons lemon juice, 1/2 can frozen undiluted orange juice. Add 4 cups boiling water. Simmer, do no boil

    Extra can be stored in the refrigerator overnight and reheated the next day. You may want to remove the cloves before storing because their flavor gets stronger if left in overnight.

    My sister told me once with a wink that this recipe was supposed to be a secret, but I think it’s meant to be shared. 

  2. a taste of home

    upon waking

    I know what I am about to do

    the anticipation makes my mouth water

    no coffee today

    no herbal tea

    made one mug at a time

    today is a spice tea day

    my mom’s recipe

    a taste of home

    the one I grew up in

    the little house

    at the end of the dead end street

    the one with the kitchen so small

    it was like an afterthought

    oh, but the meals my mother made there

    I smile at the memories

    spice tea was special

    not for everyday

    for company

    like when she hosted cards

    the only outing with friends she went to each month

    sometimes they’d come to our house

    the living room would be filled with women

    sitting at card tables in folding chairs

    talking, laughing, snacking and even smoking

    and no one smoked at our house

    except my grandfather

    the few times a year they visited

    usually we went to them

    spice tea became a Christmas traditon

    mom would make it early

    we’d drink it as we opened presents

    ladled into Christmas mugs

    one after the other

    until the giant saucepan was empty

    it is made for winter days and snow days

    gloomy gray days

    for the scent of cinnamon and cloves

    makes you smile

    even before the sugary citrus flavored tea

    passes by your lips

    I’ve burned my tongue more than once

    rushing to take the first sip

    oh, how I love it

    today is one of those days

    I didn’t make it on Christmas this year 

    I usually do

    it’s early morning on New Year’s Eve day instead

    the spice tea is on the stove

    my first mug is at my elbow

    almost time for the second

    it’s as good as I remember mom making it

    my sister too

    a taste of home

    soul food

    comfort in a mug

    memories too

    © 2011 Turquoise Tangles