Growing up in a culture which really respects its tea, some of us have strong opinions on what constitutes as tea.
Tea originated from southwest China, and from there was spread throughout the world through the help of traders, both from land (through the silk road) and by the sea.
The Chinese term for tea is cha (茶), and made its way through Central Asia. In modern day, the term developed into “chay” (چای) in Persian and Urdu, shay in Arabic and even chai in Swahili, when the tea leaves made their way into Sub-Saharan Africa. The same term (茶) is pronounced differently by the coastal regions of China, pronouncing it as “te”. The East India company’s tea importation gave European languages “thé” (French), “Tee” (German) and o of course, “tea” (England).
Source: Tea if by sea, cha if by land: Why the world only has two words for tea
I had never understood, while watching British media, why they added the milk after the tea had been cooked. That’s blasphemy. Here, especially in Karachi (a coastal city of Pakistan, if you did not know), tea is drunk all the time and the default way to cook it is in milk. The milk is added along with cardamom, then loose tea leaves and sugar, and its brought to a boil after which it is sieved and served. The boil brings out flavours of all ingredients.
The chai even fits in all aesthetics.
See, I would have talked about making tea from tea bags but then I realized, I would have lost it. Loose tea leaves for the win.
Why would anyone, I mean ANYONE willingly drink black or green tea. It’s horrendous and wakes you up as if Genghis himself arrived to slap you awake. Tea is supposed to be calming and relaxing, energizing you in a motivational way (like the cleanse you feel after watching Studio Ghibli films). The flavour is absolutely wonderful.
Adding cinnamon (or any other masalas) make for a more tangy-esque tea which is still good but who ever adds pumpkin spice, chocolate, maple syrup or any abomination of an ingredient to tea, I will personally hunt you down and make you a good cup of chai. You all are missing out on this wonderful tradition. And to those who will like to bring a more modern touch to it, DON’T DARE TOUCH CHAI YOU COLONIALIST FREAKS.
I conclude my essay by stating that I aspire to show everyone the wonder that is chai. Thank you.
Do tell me your thoughts.