A nice long drink
- my enamel cup
I have many cups in my cupboard, small and large, expensive and economical. However, my favourite cup is my large (24 oz capacity) white enamel cup with black trim. Why? Because it offers a proper drink, whether it’s tea, swank, porridge or Milo. It’s the kind of cup with which you can recline, put up your feet, and have a nice long drink as you take in your surroundings, contemplate the day ahead or unwind after a hard day.
My enamel cup is young; it’s only 5 years old. I bought it at one of the fancy kitchen stores here in Barbados for a whopping BDS$12 (US$6). When I saw the price I frowned, after all, I said, it’s only enamel! But I wanted it so I bought it. I am processing the reason why I bought the cup as I write this column. It was not something that I needed and it certainly was not something that reminded me of drinking tea as I was growing up, but I wanted it because it made me think of a time when eating and drinking seemed simpler. It was a piece of history, of life. What it did remind me of though is how attached people seem to be to their enamelware.