It’s not normally for me.
Because I prefer my coffee … in a cute mug … hot and fresh and black.
But my consumption was exceeding the proper amount.
When my husband came home and found me floating in a sea of hot, brown deliciousness (again) he asked me to consider the alternative.
Ew, I said. It will have to be filled to the brim with milk, I said. Impossible, I said.
Yesterday’s cup was awful, plum awful. It was too weak, too diluted, too cold. Never again, I said.
And then today came with its cool weather, fresh, homemade cookies, relaxed schedule, and mocked me. I had to find a caffeine free, hot beverage since my coffee consumption had already been had at 10 am — so I gave tea one more try.
And somehow I enjoyed it.
So here’s to my new relationship with tea — may it never overstep the strong memories coffee and I have and may it always be there on cold October days.
Here’s a bit of cheesy/romantic/tea fun … I’ll be sure to try this out on my hottea tonight. 😉