Several of you have made mention in various posts about the Tin of Tea that Never Goes Away - by some mystical multiplication means, there’s always just enough for one more cuppa.
That’s Tower of London at my house. But in this case, I am grateful for the Never Goes Away properties. It’s so fruity and luscious and stands up to absentminded morning preparation it is welcome here for a long, long time.
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
