Tonight was writers’ group night at my house, but we had a smaller crowd than usual. Do you know what that means? More freedom and time to make more tea and drink oneself into a sloshy stupor.
This was the first thing I made since I knew hubby would be wanting his when he got home from the gym. This time there was at least as much froth as there was liquid! One person who drank it said it tasted like pistachio pudding or ice cream. She couldn’t believe how sweet it tasted when she had seen me sprinkle in such a small amount of sugar.
Hubby downed his mug quickly, as usual, and came in the living room sadly pointing into his empty mug. He really loves this!