After a month of temps dancing 10-20 degrees above normal, we’ve plummeted back into a wet, raw, typical early April day and I am chilled to the bone.

This not-quite-coffee with a little sugar and milk is hearty enough to stick to your ribs and warm you a bit.

(Hope it warms up for tomorrow—thinking about my poor, skinny little fifth graders who will insist on wearing their sleeveless Easter dresses to church regardless of the weather and will show up with frostbitten little arms and legs :)

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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.


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