Friday, July 28, 2017

Tomcat


Every time I visit my parents, I go past a house with a wonderfully beautiful yellow door. I've been promising from year to year that I'll do a photo series in front of that door. Last week I fulfilled that promise.  I told the photographer that I'd found a beautiful yellow door, that could look quite cool in photos. So we took and took photos in front of that door. 

I was a bit excited, as if I was on a little apple-thieving mission and in the danger of being caught in the action. I didn't ask for permission to shoot in that garden... I did knock, but nobody answered. We took various photos until the photographer noticed a beautiful pavilion in the garden and proposed to go shoot there. I finally admitted that we're there without permission and soon someone would come asking who we are and what we were doing there. Photographer Tiina knows me well enough to smirk at that, but also proposed to leave the garden after that. 

I'll devote this post to my dad who always helped me in my mischief as I was little and laughed out loud when I'd pulled off something devious again. After laughter, he always got serious and told me not to do that again. If my dad had told me off, he would have also wiped off the tomcat in me as well, but thanks to my dad, the mischievous soul lives in me forever. By the way, the door remained intact and the photos are before you.



Iga kord, kui oma vanematele külla lähen, möödun majast, kus on imeilus kollane uks. Ma olen aastast aastasse endale aina lubanud, et teen selle ukse ees ühe vahva seeria. Möödunud nädalal täitsin lõpuks lubaduse. 

Ütlesin ka fotograafile, et leidsin vahva kollase ukse, mis võiks pildil täitsa efektne jääda. Nii me siis seal ukse ees ja ukse kõrval muudkui pildistasime. Mul oli sees mingi kerge õhin, umbes nii nagu oleks parasjagu õunaraksus ja võin kohe vahele jääda. Nimelt ei küsinud ma luba, kas aias üldse pildistada tohib... Ma küll koputasin, kuid keegi vastanud. Tegime erinevaid pilte, kuniks fotograaf märkas aias üht kaunist paviljoni ja tegi ettepaneku sinna pildistama minna. Lõpuks tunnistasin, et tegelikult viibime siin aias ilma loata jailmselt kohe tuleb keegi, kes küsib: "Vabandust, aga kes te olete ja mida te siin teete?" Fotograaf Tiina juba teab mind ja lihtsalt muigas, kuid tegi seejärel ettepaneku aiast jalga lasta. 

Selle postituse pühendan ma oma isale, kes lubas mul lapsena alati koerusi teha ja naeris kõva häälega, kui ma jälle mingi jamaga hakkama olin saanud. Pärast naeruturtsatust ta alati tõsines ja ütles: "Vaata, et sa nii rohkem ei tee!" Kui isa oleks mind hurjutanud, oleks ta minu seest pühkinud ka minema selle koertüdruku, kuid just tänu isale elab see krutskeid tulvil hing minus igavesti. Muide uks jäi terveks ja pildid on sinu ees. 


PHOTOS: Tiina Annamaa
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Monday, July 24, 2017

Me and Mr. Smith. Everything Stops for Tea.


It wasn't love at first sight. It was love at first moment. If it had eyes, they would be steel grey. If it had a smile, it would be a mere smirk. If it was a man, I'd say he's "my cup of tea" and look for another chance to ... accidentally meet him again... But the truth is that it's been busy in my kitchen for half a year already. Meet Mr. Smith.

I have loved naming things throughout the years. I have a scooter named Särts (spark), a bear named Evelyn, and a tea maker that's called Mr. Smith from the beginning of the year. It's a new tea maker by Sage, and when I saw it, I had no doubt we would be inseparable companions. As a kid, I was deeply affected by the part in Alice's Adventures in Wonderland where Alice meets The Mad Hatter, The March Hare, and The Dormouse at a tea table. Inspired by that, I organised a tea party at home for my friends. Soon enough, drinking tea became a completely separate ceremony for me. It's worth mentioning that I grew up in Estonia where five o'clock tea isn't a tradition.

I watch timeless crime series - my favourite private detective Hercule Poirot always drinks tea, and the murderer often offers the detectives some tea in Midsomer Murders. One of the questions I have asked the most when hosting guests is whether they would like a cup of tea. The word 'cup' hides a little romance and fairytale in it. So you can imagine my excitement when the Sage tea maker found its place in my kitchen. It can be consoling, it can be the peacemaker, and sometimes the only one to count on. 

I remember when a colleague came to my home office to discuss work things, and we had a misunderstanding. I didn't want her to leave with the misunderstanding lingering. So I asked whether I could introduce Mr. Smith to her - he makes perfect tea. My colleague was slightly surprised and thought a certain Mr. Smith was going to step through the door. So I introduced her the tea maker, poured her a cup of tea, and our misunderstanding melted as fast as a piece of brown sugar in a teacup. She stayed for another hour to chat and that's exactly how long the tea maker keeps your tea warm.  

I recently found out that a tea maker can also heal a broken heart. One day my always cheerful cleaner came, but this time she wasn't in a great mood. She sat on the sofa and wasn't the girl who normally steps through my door. All of a sudden she started crying and said that her boyfriend left her. I didn't know what to say... Where did the right words go? Finally, I asked if Mr. Smith could console her. She was totally confused and asked 'Who?'. I said it's my new tea maker, and I showed her the different functions of the machine. When our white tea was done, the tears were gone, and we were drinking tea on a red sofa. When we were drinking tea I realised that when you are short of the right words, it's always worth asking whether the other person wants a cup of tea, and then the right words will come.

And sometimes a tea maker can be the only thing you can count on. When I was in a really bad flu, I sought out some dried yarrow (Achillea millefolium). When I put the yarrow in the sieve of the tea machine, I thought a tea machine can also be a time machine. The moment I picked 'Herbal' from the menu of the Sage tea machine and pressed on 'Strong', I remembered a moment from my childhood. Drinking yarrow tea after quite a few years, I thought of my mother all of a sudden. I was the little girl again whom was taken to secret places by her mother to pick medicinal herbs. I am a little girl holding my mum's cool hand when picking yarrow, and the world is such a safe place. I remembered it all decades later when I was coughing like a crow who was stuck in a cold chapel for a week, and I put all hopes for getting better on the tea machine.  

And of course, a tea machine is something that connects. It gets the attention of a crowd. My friends have fancy coffee makers at home. But I have Mr. Smith. An extravagant tea machine with a special tea sieve that's always exciting and interesting. There's no guest who didn't like the fact that the tea machine can do a light, medium, or strong tea. The menu of the tea machine is impressive!  

Oh yes, and why Mr. Smith? It's because, in the best British crime stories, Mr. Smith has always been someone's alias. And who wouldn't love this light British literature? Since I associate drinking tea with England, Mr. Smith is definitely my cup of tea. If you're someone who loves tea, you should know that the one and only Mr. Smith is available for you in stores! Thank you Heston Blumenthal and team - the tea machine you created is wonderful! 

Read also: Magic trip with Heston Blumenthal





See polnud armumine esimesest silmapilgust. See oli armastus esimest hetkest. Kui tal oleksid silmad, siis kindlasti terashallid. Kui tal oleks naeratus, oleks see vaid kerge muie. Kui ta oleks mees, siis ma ütleksin tema kohta "my cup of tea" ja otsiksin võimalust, kuidas temaga - ohoo! juhuslikult taas kohtuda... Kuid tõde on see, et ta on juba pool aastat minu köögis toimetanud. Saage tuttavaks  tema nimi on Mr. Smith.

Mulle on läbi aastate meeldinud asjadele nimesid panna. Näiteks on mul tõukeratas Särts, karu Evelyn ja juba aasta algusest teemasin, mis kannab nime Mr. Smith. Tegemist on Sage uue teemasinaga, mida nähes polnud mul kahtlust, et meist saavad lahutamatud kaaslased.   Lapsena avaldas mulle raamatust "Alice Imedemaal" sügavat muljet seik, kuidas Alice kohtub jabura teelaudkonnaga, kus istuvad Kübarsepp, Märtsijänes ja Unihiir. Sellest peatükist inspireerituna korraldasin sõbrannadele kodus teepeo. Õige pea sai teejoomisest minu jaoks täiesti eraldi tseremoonia. Siinkohal väärib märkimist, et ma olen kasvanud suurema aja Eestis, kus ei eksisteeri kella viie tee traditsiooni. 

Vaadates ajatuid kriminulle, siis joob minu lemmikuim eradetektiiv Hercule Poirot alati teed ja telesarjas "Mõrvad Midsomeris" pakuvad mõrvarid enamjaolt uurijatele teed. Üks küsimus, mida olen küalisi võõrustades kõige enam küsinud, on: "Kas te soovite tassikest teed?" ja küsimus, mida olen külas olles ise kõige enam küsinud: "Kas ma saaksin palun tassikese teed?" Mulle ei meeldi sõna tass, mulle meeldib sõna tassike – selles on killuke romantikat ja muinasjuttu. Seega võid sa kujutada ette rõõmu, kui minu köögis võttis koha sisse Sage teemasin. Ta võib olla lohutav, ta võib olla lepitav ja vahel ainus, kelle peale loota. 

Mäletan, kui mu kolleeg käis minu kodukontoris tööasju arutamas ja meil tekkis möödarääkimine. Ma ei soovinud, et me lahkuks nii, et arusaamatus jääb õhku. Niisiis küsisin: "Kas ma tohin sulle tutvustada Mr. Smithi? Ta valmistab imelist teed!" Mu kolleeg oli kerges hämmingus ja arvas, et kõrvalt toast astub välja keegi Mr. Smith. Nii tutvustasin talle teemasinat, valasin peagi tassikese teed ja meie arusaamatus sulas sama kiiresti, kui pruun suhkrutükk teetassis. Ta jäi veel tunnikeseks lobisema ja täpselt nii kaua hoiab teemasin tee soojana.  



Hiljuti sain teada, et teemasin võib leevendada ka murtud süda. Ühel päeval astus uksest sisse minu alati heatujuline koristaja. Kuid sel korral oli ta justkui ära. Ta istus diivanile ja polnud sootuks see tüdruk, kes tavaliselt. Äkki hakkas ta nutma ja ütles, et boyfriend jättis ta maha. Ma ei teadnud, mida öelda... Kuhu kadusid kõik need õiged sõnad? Lõpuks küsisin: "Kas Mr.Smith võiks sind lohutada?" Ta küsis täiesti segaduses: "Kes?" Vastasin, et tegu on minu uue teemasinaga ja tutvustasin talle Mr. Smithi võimekust ehk erinevaid funktsioone. Kui meie valge tee sai valmis, olid mu koristaja pisarad kadunud me jõime punasel diivanil teed. Teed juues mõistsin, et kui õigeid sõnu pole, tasub alati küsida: "Kas soovid tassikest teed?" ja küll siis tulevad juba ka need õiged sõnad.   

Ja vahel võib teemasin olla ainus, kelle peale saab loota. Kui ma olin rängas gripis, otsisin kapist kuivatatud raudrohtu. Pannes teemasina korvi raudrohtu, jõudsin mõttele, et teemasin võib olla ka ajamasin. Sel hetkel, kui valisin Sage teemasina menüüst "Herbal" ja vajutasin "Strong", meenus mulle seik lapsepõlvest. Juues üle pikkade aastate raudrohuteed, meenus mulle äkki minu ema. Ma olin jälle see väike tüdruk, kelle ema viib oma salapaikadesse ravimtaimi korjama. Ma hoian raudrohtu otsides oma ema jahedast käest kinni ja maailm on nii turvaline paik. See kõik meenus mulle aastakümneid hiljem, kui köhisin nagu vares, kes on nädalaks külma kabelisse kinni jäänud ja panin oma terveks saamise lootuse teemasinale.  

Ja loomulikult on teemasin miski, mis ühendab. See äratab kogu seltskonna tähelepanu. Mu sõpradel on kodus peened kohvimasinad. Kuid minul on kodus Mr. Smith. Ekstravagantne teemasin, kelle spetsiaalne teekorv pakub alati elevust ja huvi. Pole külalist, kellele ei meeldiks, et teemasin keedab kas maheda, keskmise või kange tee. Teemasina menüü on muljetavaldav!  

Ah jaa... Miks Mr. Smith? Just seetõttu, et kümnetes parimates Briti kriminullides on Mr. Smith olnud kellegi varjunimi. Ja kes ei armastaks seda imelist kerget Briti kirjandust? Ja kuna teejoomine seostub mulle just Inglismaaga, siis ongi lood nii, et Mr. Smith on absoluutselt minu „cup of tea“. Kui sina oled see, kes armastab teed, siis tea – üks ja ainus Mr. Smith on poodides sinu jaoks olemas! Aitäh Heston Blumenthal ja sinu tiim – teie loodud teemasin on imeline!




PHOTOS: Tiina Annamaa
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