There. That’s better. Two cup pot, 1 bag with a teaspoon of plain Lover’s Leap Ceylon. Little milk. Now I can taste the pumpkin, not just the sweet.
Enjoying it with a picture-window view of my front yard (courtesy of a very gusty wind) that is now lushly carpeted with gold and tan leaves. By the time we get back from church, we expect a 30-degree temperature drop. Looks like a lovely tea day.