Something funny (somewhat related to an upcoming post) for Friday. :)
There was an elderly tea lady (let’s call her Mrs D) at the place I used to work. She wasn’t a tea lady in the traditional sense who’d wheel her trolley of goodies at teatime — she prepared refreshments for our weekly meetings — but she loved observing me while I brew a cuppa in the office pantry, which made me slightly nervous at times.
I was about to make myself a cup of instant coffee one day when I found the electric kettle filled with enough water to make a warm cup of coffee. Because of the ridiculous subarctic temperature of the office, I preferred my coffee tongue-scalding hot so I did what I thought was the obvious thing to do — I turned the kettle back on.
Already anxious by her mere presence, I was startled silly when Mrs D boomed, “What on earth are you doing?! Why are you boiling the water again? You’re not supposed to do that!”
I told her about my coffee temperature preference but she continued disapprovingly, “but you’re not supposed to reheat water that’s already been boiled!!!” When I tried asking her the reason why she kept saying that I wasn’t supposed to. I asked another colleague who happened to be there and she said the same thing, “you’re not supposed to boil water multiple times because it’s not good for you!!!”
Outnumbered with no desire to argue, I left the scene with a less-than-hot cup of coffee.
Being the naturally curious person that I am, I decided to ask the rest of my colleagues about this. The consensus was nearly unanimous(a few had never heard of it) — you shouldn’t boil water more than once — the reasons were similar – reboiled water is not good. Why exactly? They didn’t have an answer.
I wasn’t convinced and brushed it all aside as old wives’ tales. However, despite my numerous make-coffee-while-no-one-is-around attempts later, I kept forgetting to research the reasons and origins for this theory.
5 years later
I was at a coffee house while waiting for my camera to be serviced the other day when out of boredom, I decided to read all their coffee and tea leaflets. There was a section devoted to the importance of using fresh water for brewing coffee and tea. I didn’t think much about it until much later when I was making meyself a cup of coffee at home.
Remembering the Water Mystery from half a decade ago, I consulted my friend Google: Reboiled water causes cancer? – not true unless your water is already toxic to begin with. Reboiling causes water to harden? – not true either. Then I found this:
10 Tips for A Better Cup of Tea
The more oxygen that is dissolved in water, the better it tastes. So, to make sure you use water with the maximum amount of oxygen, don’t re-boil any leftover water in your kettle. Water that is boiled too much becomes poorly aerated because oxygen atoms escape in the form of steam. By always filling your kettle up afresh, you are ensured fully aerated and tasty water.”
Ten Tips for a Betta Cuppa-Fresh Water, Best water MSN Encarta
Mystery solved.
Edit: Thanks to the comment by Mihai, I suddenly remembered learning about water aeration in school. Here’s a bit more on that:
“Aerated water is, correctly speaking, distilled water to which purified air is added to improve its flavor. Wikipedia”
I posted a few times on Twitter yesterday but my tweets were lost while being transported in a whale that was carried by eight orange birds who were undecided on the direction of travel. LOL.
Well, actually Twitter buckled during the announcement of Apple iPhone 3G at the WWDC. Earlier this morning I’d cleared my cache after doing a transaction, leaving me with no trace of what I’d been surfing for yesterday so now I have totally forgotten what I posted yesterday. It might have something to do with the France vs. Romania Euro match that was on the same time yesterday or a disease that afflicts older cats or it might be a reply to one of your tweets.
I sometimes use a notepad application first before posting, something I clearly didn’t do yesterday! Have you ever experience the fear of losing your writing in the middle of posting it?
I started running last week. I couldn’t sleep the night after the first run because my knees were in terrible pain. I need better shoes. I need to do this more than twice a week. I want to achieve a healthy, toned body worthy of a Nike ad.
No I do not enjoy running. I love strolling, yes, but not running. When I run, I don’t have time to take in the scenery, smell a flower, or notice a ladybird, nope, no time for that, I have to run. But running is free and an activity I can jump into without much planning – I don’t have to book a tennis court, check whether its a good time to drop by the public pool or find someone to play with. It’s also something I can do without worrying too much about how my bum would look like to the person behind me in aerobics class or accidentally letting out a loud one in the middle of a halasana.
I will not wait for my muscles to atrophy to realise the importance of regular exercise. I do not need an unpleasant wake-up call to shake me into a healthy routine. I do not want to be in a position where I’d say “I should have exercised regularly then”. Until I find a more enjoyable way to keep fit, I will stick to running. No excuses. Health is not something I’d take for granted. It’s something I have to constantly work on because I am solely responsible for my body. I will not run away from my responsibility. Because of that I will simply RUN.
I just checked out The Fit Shack and coincidentally, my latest post is an exercise of the suggestions in JoLynn’s latest post. ;)
My weekend was a turbulent one, complete with all the elements of a soap opera– health scare! money issues! soured relations! mental torture!
I had a few moments of clarity as the events unfold over the weekend:
Thank God I made it through. I’ve never been so glad to start a new week!
Dear Secret Law of the Universe,
When I weighed myself this morning I found that I’m nearly 3 pounds more what I weighed in January. What happened? Was it the mindless snacking? Not enough of exercise? Water retention? All the above? I was mildly shocked but instead of planning to exercise more I decided that the best method to lose that extra weight was… to wish for the extra pounds to melt away. Not only that, I asked the powers of the secret law of the universe to reduce my weight by tonight.
At about 6pm, I had a funny feeling in my stomach and at 8pm I started having a bout of explosive diarrhoea that lasted for nearly 3 hours.
While groaning in pain in the the bathroom, I actually made time to appreciate your wicked sense of humour. Yes, I asked for this, yes, you granted my wish, and yes, you did it before the end of the day. When I weighed myself again just before the stroke of midnight, I was indeed 3 pounds lesser than I was in the morning. Very well done.
If you don’t mind, please automatically include the following addendum to all the wishes I’ve made and will make in the future:
- No one is hurt — physically, mentally, spiritually or any other means possible– in the process of granting the wishes (and that includes me!);
- The wishes are granted through means that are legally-, morally-, environmentally-, ethically-correct;
In return, I will do my best to:
- remember to be grateful for all the wishes granted (lest I forget, I’d appreciate it if I’m reminded gently) and
- have patience for the wishes that will be granted — I’m sure you’ve not forgotten my Macbook Air wish in January ;)
For that, I’d like to thank you for today’s lesson: be careful what you wish for — it might get your bum burned.
Gratefully yours.
Tomorrow, I’m going for a 2km run! :)