By Diane Ako
This is a story about how I accidentally drank a candle. A part of candle, actually.
One weekend, I did a kid's craft project with Olivia, making scented candles. Some wax spilled out during the melting process and clung to the sides of the pot. I did not wash the pot very well.
The next time I went to use the pot, it was a weekday morning, which means a scramble to get everyone out of the house on time. I boiled water for tea and poured it into the mug.
I hadn't noticed the melted wax because it was clear, and the water was moving so I couldn't notice a waxy sheen on the surface.
I didn't notice the perfumey scent of the candle (pikake) because it was very light initially, and plus, pikake is a popular tea, so it smelled... like tea.
Yes, I was drinking green tea, but I was on auto-pilot and thought maybe it was some new flavor infusion from this new brand I'm trying. That's what I drink the tea for- the light caffeine jolt. Hence my brain wasn't fully firing on all cylinders.
I drink the tea a few sips at a time, put it down, and then rush around to complete another task like packing Olivia's lunch. I do not get to sit and savor my breakfast. Ha! What would that be like??
By the time I was on the last few sips, two things happened. The water cooled and had formed little white specks of wax across the sides of the cup. Two, the aroma really intensified (probably because it was steeping) and it then really smelled harsh and not like any tea I'd drank.
I finally stopped to look at the cup and wonder what the heck is going on. Then I realized what had happened. That's what I get for not paying attention.
Not the best breakfast side that I've ever had, but I figured wax is generally edible and in such a small amount, how bad could it be?
Shortly thereafter in the car, I felt the tiniest bit nauseous. That lasted for about 10 minutes. I can only think it might be from the chemical additive used to make the pikake scent? Or, could be just a coincidence unrelated to eating candle.
I made the mistake of telling this to my husband in the day, giving him ample time to make up puns to lob at me all evening. His little gems:
Did you have a light breakfast?
Did you drink a tea or tealight?
Are you burning the candle at both ends?
I light up when I see you.
Does your hotel's occupancy wax and wane?
I suffered his teasing all night, though this one was my favorite:
You are the light of my life.