This is how the conversation went last night between my husband and me:

Him: “Hey, y’know. I’m feeling like a cup of tea right now.”
Me: “Really? You usually drink coffee.”
Him: “I know, but my nerves are a little jangled.”
Me: “Cool.” [re: the tea, not the jangled nerves]
Him: “You’ve got a bunch of tea right? I want something sleepytime-ish”
Me: “Yeah, grab that box and I’ll find you something”

He proceeds to pull out my Art of Tea collection of teas, then pauses and looks back in the cabinet.

Him: “Oh, wait. I don’t want this fancy stuff. I just want to throw a tea bag into a cup.”

Upon this I rise from the sofa (ok, actually I stand on it in)

Me: “WHAT!?!?! That’s not fancy! That’s everyday tea. You can’t drink tea from a tea bag! Didn’t you read my last post!!!”
Him: “But that teapot you have is so tricky to use.”
Me: “No it’s not” (I promise it’s not – my next post should be a video showing how very simple it is)
Him: “Yes it is”
Me: “No it’s not” (and so on…mature right?)

At this point I’ve gotten up from the couch, pulled down the tea pot, picked out some Amore tea (I’ve decided to end the disagreement after all) while he’s put the kettle on to boil.

When the water is ready I show him how to place the leaves in the central chamber of the pot. He pours the water in. We settle back on the couch and resume watching a movie.

Three minutes pass.

Him: “How long do I have to wait!?! See I told you this takes FOREVER.”
Me: “It’s ready”

He pours. He sips. He smiles sheepishly, realizing, of course, that I was right and the Amore Tea is much better than the old, tired bagged tea at the back of the cupboard that he would have had. But the truth is that we both won: he got a much better cup of tea, and I got to be right (as usual ).