My big-kid-who’ll-never-grow-up hubby filled an Easter basket for me today, and this was in it. Gentle tea base with peach flavor that tastes real. (Reminds me of the mild white peaches from our backyard tree that’s long gone and I can’t find anywhere around here.) A good cheapster steepster (it came from Big Lots). I’m thinking it’ll be pleasant iced down in warmer weather.
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
