Hits the spot

Ok, I’m picky about my tea.

I like it strong, sweet, and with cream in it. It’s almost a dessert on its own. It’s also the quickest connection with my childhood, so it’s kind of comfort food as well.

When I was growing up, my mom would make tea for supper occasionally in winter. She would get that large glass teapot rolling in a good boil. And the tea bags would be moving the whole time.

Some may surely balk at that, and I get that. But we all like what we like. So on nights like this, it’s a treat.

Night.