I am sitting in the ‘tea bar’ in Wegmans, drinking tea. Normally I avoid tea in American restaurants because a tin pot full of water straight from the hot tap and a several year old tea bag sitting beside it is not my idea of a good tea experience. But I figured a place calling itself a tea bar would get it right, and they do. I’m drinking a pot of ‘Silver Needle’, and it tastes like real tea.
I got out of the habit of making a pot of tea in the morning when I stopped working normal hours. I definitely need to start again.
I made the tea for you, Dear, and you made the coffee for me. That was kind of nice.