Chai is by far my favourite tea. Don’t get me wrong I adore a plethora of different tea, but there is something about chai that calms me down, especially after an evening with a particularly cranky toddler.
When I was younger my uncle would make big batches of home made chai tea based on a recipe he picked up whilst living in India. He would bag the dry mixture up in Glad sandwich bags and distribute them around the family. I didn’t like it at first, it was far to strong and miles away from the sugary concoction I was used to, but in time the smell of it brewing away on my parent’s stove was a comforting escape; these were sandwich bags of exotic wonder! Since picking up the recipe myself I’ve tweaked it a little over time but no matter how I make it, the same familiar and delicious smell fills the kitchen for the evening.
Throw it all together in a small pot, sit continuously to boil then strain.