Tea makes for a great Mother’s Day gift. So does spending time with your mom

When I went to the Natural Products Expo West earlier this year, a conference that highlights innovations in food and drink, I learned two things. One is that I could get my 10,000 steps by walking the Anaheim Convention Center. And two, that tea is really popular right now. As I walked around, I was given dozens of samples for teas from various flavors and brands, many of which were unknown to me.

Later, when I got home, I realized I had far more tea than I could drink. I have a pet peeve about waste, so I went to the one person I knew who could help……my mother, Jacqueline Richie.

Ryan's mom, Jacqueline Ritchie.

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My mom drinks multiple cups of tea a day, and has a wooden sign in the dining room that reads “A cup of tea and all is fine.”

While I have a background as a a food writer, I’m not a massive tea drinker, so I figured getting her perspective would help. It would also give me a good reason to spend quality time with my mother and get to know her better, perhaps through a different lens.

So we set up multiple afternoons and evenings to get through them all.

Ryan Ritchie on his tea drinking journey with his mother

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For the first session, I brought three teas for us to try: Lord Bergamot Full Leaf Black Tea by Steven Smith Teamaker, Moroccan Mint by Numi and Sapphire Bay by Bigelow.

First the bergamot tea. “This one is really good,” she said. "It has bergamot oil from Italy, not like some cheapo off brand. The bergamot is not overpowering. Some cheap teas hit you like 'ooh.'”

Next was the Moroccan mint. “It’s, uh, minty,” my mother said, “and I’m tasting the cinnamon and vanilla. Cinnamon can be overpowering, but this one is a faint, light taste. It lingers at the bottom of the cup as the water decreases. They did a good job of blending. A perfect combination.”

Two thoughts occurred: One, my mother knows way more about tea than I imagined. Two, she seems to have a strong palate, a term I’d never think to use when describing her. Most of the meals we had growing up were store-bought items she could heat up in the oven.

We ended our session with the Sapphire Bay tea. It was, unexpectedly, a majestic purple-blue, apparently from butterfly pea flower. My mom, a black tea lover, surprised herself — and me — by liking it.

The blue-purple hue of Bigelow's Sapphire Bay is only slightly stronger than the tea's floral taste.

Her adventurous palate was news to me. Could there be more adventure to a woman who wears holiday-themed sweaters?

For the next session, we started with Dandelion Masala by Yaygit. “I have no idea what dandelion tastes like,” she said, warily.

Apparently the dandelion root was blended with cardamom, cinnamon, ginger and clove as "an ode to chai," as it says on the website. Her verdict after she sipped it? She approved of its "earthy, sweet taste. This is a nice afternoon or after-dinner tea as a palate cleanser.”

“Palate cleanser?” "Earthy"? I’d never heard my mother use those terms. She described another tea we had later as “robust” and “malty.” Had my mom been the Anthony Bourdain of tea for decades and I was just now realizing it?

What I don’t know about my mother could fill volumes of encyclopedias. But, to be fair, I’ve never inquired about things like her first boyfriend or why her bathrooms don’t have hand towels. Perhaps I don’t want to know the answers to these questions. Perhaps I’ve always assumed my mom doesn’t have an adventurous side, that she’s happy baking desserts for my dad and reading on the couch.

But now she’s drinking dandelion tea like a pro.

We ramped up the new discoveries next time with Magiktea’s Palo Azul. What is Palo Azul exactly? I didn't know, and I eat nutritional yeast with my salads. Neither did my mom.

Turns out it is, according to a Google search, a medicinal shrub found in the Southwestern United States and Mexico.

And the tea it makes is also blue (clearly a color of the moment), but with a florescent sheen. It came not as a packet of tea leaves, but as two wooden sticks she poured hot water over.

“It looks like wood pulp,” she said. “All I can say is it’s interesting. I guess the more you drink it the more you’d get used to it. The first sip was not what I expected — not that that's bad. Maybe we should have used alkaline water as they recommend on the packet?”

I would have bet good money that my mother would have hated any tea that looked like wood pulp, but I was wrong. What else had I been wrong about?

Another session, we wanted to end with a nightcap and turned to Pure Chamomile from Twinings.

“It’s chamomile, alright,” she said. “It’s soothing and good if you’re sick or want to take a two hour nap and forget about everything. I prefer my chamomile mixed with something else. It’s not like I hate it, but it’s not my cup of tea.”

Hmmm. What is “everything” my mom wants to forget, exactly? She’s a retiree who gardens, practices yoga and enjoys time with her two grandchildren. Also, her use of “It’s not my cup of tea?” My mom is Anthony Bourdain and Jerry Seinfeld.

23 cups of tea later, (ginger, Lady Grey, wild berries to name a few) over a few sessions, we finally finished our tea time with mother sessions. And it did, in fact, bring us closer together. We don’t normally schedule much time to see each other… but she texted me a few days later with another idea.

“When is our next tea time?😀Maybe next time we can sample chocolates! 🍫I'll do the eating. You do the writing! 😂”

It sounded great, but I had to remind her I had two housesitting gigs that would keep me busy for three weeks.

“Okay,” her text read. “So you're gone until the 16th? I'm going to miss my tea buddy.🙉.”

Me too, mom. Me too.