I was at the farmers market when I saw a man who I recognised. But I couldn't place his face. I followed him around a few stalls, stopping to ask the chicken lady if he was famous. He wasn't famous. But I couldn't remember. So I let it go and forgot about it.
A few months later I was walking down Beverly Boulevard on the way to FedEx, when I saw him walking on the other side of the street.
Struck by the coincidence, I shouted at him and ran across four lanes of traffic. Winded, I asked him where I knew him from. He looked confused, and a little scared. He doesn't even live in LA, he said. I asked where he lived and he said Santa Barbara. And it all came back in an instant.
I signed up for an Indian Religions course while I was at UCSB. The teacher was amazing. He talked about India and mysticism and tantra with such passion that he inspired me to want to go to India. He inspired me to want to do yoga, and learn about mysticism and explore things in life that previously I'd only touched the surface of. He inspired me to want to apply to the UCSB religious studies masters program (it's still on my 'maybe one day if I ever get the discipline to do school again' list). And now he was standing in front of me and all I could do was explain all of this in a torrent finishing with "You're the reason I went to India!", sounding like a madwoman.
He took it well. He didn't offer to be my friend or ask me and Jam over for dinner to discuss things further. He backed away slowly, smiling. And I stood there grinning like a madwoman, clutching my paperwork, as he faded into the distance.
The first thing I did when I got home, since I was in a Santa Barbara frame of mind, was make some rose-flavoured black tea.
As it was in Santa Barbara that I discovered how roses and black tea make good partners.
I was living with my friend Carly at the time. We were a bit like an old married couple, me and Carl. We'd sip tea together in the mornings, and do crosswords on weekends. We'd arrange themed dinners with all our neighbours, and then we'd take afternoon naps, and do more crosswords. It was pretty idyllic, even if we had no furniture.
The tea was expensive; it took me about three weeks to put aside the extra $8 I needed to buy it. I'd brew a cup every morning, and sit in our furniture-less apartment savouring the aroma and the flavour, while doing homework and listening to the fountain in the courtyard. The taste of black tea and rose still reminds me of Santa Barbara, with its sea breezes and its pretty beaches and the days that I spent at college.
Of course, if I'd been remotely as resourceful as I am now, I'd have bought it all in bulk and made it myself and saved myself a hell of a lot of money. Which brings me to the easiest recipe I might ever post.
Rose flavoured black tea is exotic and delightful. It's fragrant and sexy. And it'll impress your friends when you tell them that you made it yourself. I use dried rose petals because I like to use the wild ones I find for medicine.
That said, the combination of rose and black tea makes a fantastic astringent eye wash if you have a weepy nasty eye infection- just brew a strong cup and drip the lukewarm tea into your eye with a washcloth or something.
For supplies, try Mountain Rose Herbs
ROSE PASSION TEA (see- it sounds exotic)
1 quantity black tea
1/3 quantity dried rose petals
1 jar for storage
Mix it all together and store in an airtight container, away from light.
1 teaspoon per 2 cups water.
1/2 tsp sugar
1/2 cup full fat milk
Boil the kettle. This is the most important thing in the world. I'm convinced that people who don't like tea have never boiled the water. It must be boiling hot when poured over the leaves or they'll just taste like poo (technical term).
Pour the boiling water over the loose tea and steep for 8 minutes. After 8 minutes strain out the tea leaves, and stir in the sugar and milk. Drink in the middle of the afternoon, while munching on something sweet...