Somebody asked me once when I became a tea junkie; I think it dates back to college when I needed caffeine for a 7 a.m. class but chose not to do coffee. My favorite teapot is a medium-sized Brown Betty given to me by my Mema; the painted flowers are chipping off, but the size and feel is perfect. I rejoice when I get a morning to brew a pot of loose tea starting with a kettle; not a bag and a hot pot.
Southwest Missouri
Whap or Whop? Whap must be Ozarkian and Whop is Arkansawyer… :)
I am with you, I want my tea to refuse to back down from the ice…
Whap. A nice flat smack on the noggin. Whop reminds me more of a squooshed tomato.
LOL!