Last night was proof that my family no longer does severe thunderstorms well. I know Whose hands I’m in—last spring and summer brought living proof of that—but I can’t seem to get that message across to my central nervous system. Hamster heart and clenched muscles.
And it looks like I’m waking up to a day of the same weather conditions, which despite my screaming desire to stay sheltered, I have to go out in for elder care duties.
Therefore, I was deeply grateful that the Xmas Bunny (a subsidiary of Easter Elephant, Inc.) remembered that even yucky birthdays should start somewhat pleasantly and left one last tin of KEEP CALM AND CARRY ON British tea.
Good and stout—the Kenyan in the blend is the most noticeable; the other varieties (Ceylon/Indian) keep it from getting out of hand. First cup straight up for fortification; the second with a splash of half and half, which makes it mild but strong at the same time.
Someday I am going to indulge my inner tea geek (inner? who am I kidding? who doesn’t know that I am?) and do a side-by-side tasting of my beloved British breakfast blends (say that five times fast) and arrange more precisely by strength so I can accurately pick the blend to fit the morning.
Psalm 91 to y’all. Stay safe.
