Did a cup double-strength, twice the leaves, and iced it down. Now I’m getting the orange peel I missed the first time around. Still not a hunt-it-down-and-club-it-on-the-head-and-bring-it-home tea, but a nice-to-have-tasted-on-a-hot-afternoon one.
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
