Funny, in the past I’ve talked the big talk about how much I love Bigelow’s Eggnogg’n holiday tea (and ’deed I do), but I noticed this evening that my box of Ginger Snappish is going a lot faster. Gentle, lemony, right amount of spice. Accentuates instead of tasting like somebody dumped the contents of their spice rack in the bag.
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
