I don’t avail myself of second steeps like I should in the mornings; usually, I’m off to work minus the leaves or so absentminded I just don’t think about it.

Taking advantage of a lovely morning off work (“officially” to write and sorta observe son’s high school graduation; truthfully to stay away from the local media hype—town is crawling with press and publicity events to observe 1-year anniversary). So I could enjoy a second cup of Yorkshire on the same bag. Same strong buck-you-up kick, but the tangier, more astringent teas in the blend take the lead. Would’ve been a little better with milk.

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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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