In this house, there is always mate.
Most people drink it from a pretty little gourd, and we do, sometimes, but this little white cup with a rose on it is my favorite. It sits at the ready on our counter-top, sometimes still warm and full of tea from the morning, sometimes empty as it waits for tomorrow.
I can picture my mom as a child in Argentina, passing mate around with her Italian family; but now here we are--one olive skinned woman and one fair skinned--taking quick sips together in the morning before we leave the quiet house.
I think about my father and the freckles and Irish names he passed down to my brother and me, and then I think more deeply about that white cup with a rosy exterior, filled with another culture. It makes sense to me.
i love mate. but i thought the bombilla was the straw and the mate was the gourd?
ReplyDeleteSo beautiful. What wonderful heritage.
ReplyDeletei have never had this...is like tea? coffee? something else entirely??
ReplyDeleteWhat a sweet post, Megan. You are such a great mix of both your parents.
ReplyDelete@Amanda--You're right! For some reason I always want to call the gourd a bomba or bombilla.
ReplyDeletei LOVE mate. i myself purchased the pretty little gourd and accompanying silver straw.
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I have never had this, is it a morning tea or something like it? It looks fancy!
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Erin
Yum! Wait, tell me about Argentina? Did she live there? Shouldn't I know this.
ReplyDeleteI've never tried this, but it looks lovely.
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Thank you for the link, but I've got to tell you, I'm still confused. I'd really like to try it though. I like all of the mate based teas, so this sounds yummy.
ReplyDeleteWhat a sweet story! You have a really sweet blog!
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