Well, poop. Just when I discover this makes a wonderful, apple-y summer iced tea, I also discover there are only two more bags in the box.

You really need to try this cold. I am, enjoying the quiet backyard after a rumpus, noisy afternoon at the movies with my menfolk. Oops…so much for the quiet. Neighbors, grandchildren, firecrackers. Happy 4th, y’all.

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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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