Erika McDonald has a squinting smile that is hard to forget. I have seen past Orlando International Fringe shows in which she performed and I was never disappointed. I therefore decided it was Teatime. This performance was at the Savoy in the Starlight Room which is a short hike from the Fringe lawn. The room was packed.
The show was about time and finding an everyday ritual that brings some joy and satisfaction. Erika threw an orange extension chord with a loud clatter on stage as the audience filed into the theater. She unpacked her travel bag which was filled with items she carries everywhere to prepare the perfect cup of tea. She had a bowl-shaped device which accordioned upwards to become a Mayan temple of tea brewing. That was the device that required the chord. She joked that she should get a stipend for promoting the product since she gets so many questions about it. She also had a timer and multiple storage containers full of tea.
Preparing a cup of tea is ritual that Erika cherishes. She filled an empty tea bag full of a personal blend of tea leaves and sealed it up. She filled the boiling pot full of the proper amount of water and asked the audience to whistle when they saw the red light go on. The one thing she regretted is that the high tech travel sized tea pot does not whistle.
After putting the tea bag in the boiled water, the cup must be left to rest or steep. Stepping is the time it takes for the tea to achieve its perfect flavor. There are varying opinions about the perfect amount of time a cup of tea should seep.Erika set the timer for 3 minutes. It became clear that many humans in today’s fast paced society never take the time to steep. We are taught to rush through life never taking the time to steep or slow down to achieve a perfect creative bliss.
In preparing a second cup of tea, Erica abandoned the timer. She sat on the stool, smiling, and invited the audience to imagine 3 minutes. The room became perfectly silent. When the audience as a group imagined 3 minutes had passed they were to make a communal humming noise. It was a peaceful 3, 4 or 5 minutes. The point was that the time taken to wait isn’t a perfect science. It requires some instinct and a certainty that no matter what time was taken to seep, the tea would be delicious. If someone rushed you through a daily routine, you are permitted to say, F**ck off, I am steeping!”
I am hard pressed to figure out where the hour went. The act of preparing tea was an intimate ritual that offered many insights into Erika’s life and well being. It was time well spent.