I had a lovely moment tonight while sipping some herbal tea…
Sipak tea, that is.
“What the hell is sipak?” you may ask.
Well firstly, it’s pronounced with a ‘sh,’ so” shi-pak” instead of “si-pak.”
And the ‘pak’ is not at all like “pack,” instead like “puck.”
So it is shi-puck.
It’s a rosehip tea. As much as I rely on coffee daily and enjoy it to no end, I am also a firm tea lover. They both have their place, rightly so. I love having a million and one teas in my pantry, regardless of whether I drink them daily, weekly, monthly, or even, yearly.
So when I finished my old sipak tea packet several months ago, I realised with dismay that the local supermarkets just couldn’t cut it.
They had all these non-European brands of ‘rosehip’ tea (eye roll)… and I just wanted to go back to my roots.
My Croatian roots. I wanted to get the bloody Croatian tea with the Cro writing and branding and only drink that one damn it.
I asked my Mum not long ago to get me some from her local supermarket, as they have a wide and varied selection of European specialty foods…
Today when we visited my parents, 3 packets were waiting for me. 3!
I took out my mug tonight and made myself a cuppa. It’s still rosehip but with added hibiscus flower. I tell you, I never noticed the hibiscus before, either it is new or it was never made prominent on the old packets, but it still tasted the SAME.
And it was only while sipping it that I realised the mug, cherished as it was, had come from my Mum, too.
My Mum giving me a great Mum mug. And now, traditional caj.
Talk about full circle… or should I say, puni krug. 😉