Jeana jameson is seriously getting into proper Chinese tea. Although jameson still uses it mainly as a delectable chaser to her already well-established custom of drinking local-roast coffee – particularly in the morning with toasted bread, Swedish butter and Aussie jam.
The old doctor-monk who founded this hermitage, and who passed away seventeen years ago, left a cache of Chinese teapots, some of them outstanding gems to be sure. In fact, just last week jameson discovered another bunch while rummaging through a musty old cupboard.... They come in all colours, shapes and sizes: from the absurdly diminutive dollhouse dimension to others quite capable of standing-in for the mannerly English afternoon tea. But it's the charming mid- to smallish sized pieces that I actually tend to hold most dear, and jameson keep a 'rotating' half-a-dozen units on-hand to suit my whims and needs. Always searching for that magical teapot. Speaking of which...