I normally travel with my Robur Perfect Teapot, a battered beauty I bought in Ulverstone way before I started working in Tasmania. This teapot was the first in what has since become a bit of an obsession with tea and teapots.
After much agonising I decided I would not bring THAT teapot with me as I knew I would buy one on my travels. Yesterday was the day. In Marrakech.
For the last week I have been drinking copious amounts of Moroccan Tea. It's beautiful, very refreshing and full of fresh mint (maybe spearmint) flavour.
First they boil water in an old kettle, generally, then pour the hot water into a beautiful metal teapot that has a teaspoon or two of green tea (from China, vert de chine). This is then poured out into a glass and then transferred back to the teapot that is now crammed with fresh mint. At some stage they must add a lot of sugar although I've not seen anyone do that. Once steeped the tea is poured into small glasses. It's beautiful.
Japanese tea and dinner in Brunei
home visit in Brunei
teapot decorations in hotel in Marrakech
teapots in market at Marrakech, just reminds me of the shelves Ian built for the dinette in Sulphur Creek!!
Great little teapot handle cover in Essaouira. Note the face embroidery. The little hot handle cover is apparently called a "Dave". I can't find our why 😩
teapot shop in Tangier, note the little blue Daves.
old teapots in a museum, most Moroccan kitchens will have an elaborate kitchen dresser similar to this one.
a whopping big teapot
teapots at a roadside market. The Ksar in the background has been remodelled several times and used as movie sets. You may recognise it if you are a "Gladiator" fan
tea with a beautiful young Berber woman. We had lunch in her mums cafe, this is their family lounge. I asked if it was ok to take this photo and use it in my blog, please do but please obscure my daughters face was the friendly reply. More on Berber traditions elsewhere.