C’mon now. I cannot stand coffee.
And, right about this time of year, folks crow more than ever about flavored
coffees, coffee socials, holiday coffees, and all the rest.
I gotta say it. To me, coffee
tastes like what I imagine steeped burned tobacco might be, if one were to
drink it. Ugh.
But I am all for a little caffeine
blast, especially after a less-than-perfect night’s sleep and before a
particularly busy day. So I sip tea.
I’m not really into all the exotic
herbal teas. (OK, I like a few of those, but not many and not the weird ones.
You know the ones I mean.) Besides, those don’t carry any caffeine. That sort
of defeats the purpose, doesn’t it?
And my tea need not come in a fancy
china cup with a saucer. A sturdy mug will do nicely.
But a good old-fashioned English Breakfast Tea can rock my morning. Except I don’t go for milk or cream in my
tea. Perish the thought. Just pass a wedge of lemon and a spoonful of sugar,
would you, please?
One might say it is simply my cup
of …. Well, you know.
Precisely so. Cheerio, and color me
thankful.
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Vintage/public domain artwork
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