Quadruple series of rough workdays compounded by trying to interpret 9-month-old water damaged receipts for tax purposes compounded by news of already frail 81-year-old mother in hospital with severe abdominal pains just inconveniently far enough a flying evening run to check on the folks is neither practical nor sensible … I just need something gentle that needs no attention and calms my stomach that was too tense for dinner while I pray and wait for news.
The ginger is kind to the stomach; the lemon is just tingly enough to perk up the tastebuds a little, the fact that I can leave the bag in the cup without monitoring steeping times is a godsend.
Understanding husband hugged me as I was dunking the bag and the cup and said, “You need to ask your Steepsters what they recommend for amnesia-in-a-cup.’” Amnesia in a cup. Tonight that sounds just lovely :)
