Only it's the wrong holiday. I guess instead of watching "Haunted Treehouse" episodes of The Simpsons, we'll be queuing up "White Christmas" on the DVD player.
Even I have to admit it's beautiful. Where I am, with the dog napping by the fire, the cats snoozing in the sunlight, and a mug of hot tea in my hand, even someone with lizard blood like me can appreciate the frosted hills and the sparkle in the air. Still, I envy those darn… Continue reading Gobbled summer down
Your definition of "tea" largely depends on where you were raised, and perhaps how much BBC television you watched as a child. For some, tea is a steaming mug of English Breakfast with milk and sugar sipped in a coffee house while tapping on a laptop keyboard. For others, it's a delicate cup of matcha… Continue reading Rich tea in October