A Year of Attaya (Tea)

The first time I tasted attaya I couldn’t finish it. My host brother in Dakar had made it, and even a sip out of the small shot glass was almost overpoweringly bitter and sweet.

The first time I finished a glass of attaya was in the house of the woman who is like my father’s mother, since his actual mother lives in another region of Senegal. It is not a tea that you can drink quickly