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
The name makes me giggle. :-)
Always gives me visions of the old, old, old Dogpatch cartoon strip. That and my grandpa—-he brewed the real thing from sassafrass roots and iced it down in “trendy” colored aluminum tumblers that sweat like crazy in weather like this.