Post-holiday glums usually hit me in the gut like a sack of wet potatoes, so I made a preemptive herbal strike yesterday and bought an ounce of St. John’s Wort. As herbal medicinals tend to taste like tree bark, I dumped an experimental teaspoon in with a second steep of my Bonita Peach green rooibos. It worked—no bitterness and enough fruit flavor left to make it somewhat tasty. Next time I’ll go halvesies with some fresh leaf.
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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.
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Southwest Missouri
