Tea Time

Full disclosure:  I love tea. A lot. Not fancy-schmancy tea. Just rich, black tea (preferably decaf Typhoo, imported with love whenever my dear cousin Marti visits from England.)

I come from a long line of tea drinkers.  My grandmother’s common yellow tea cup will inevitably be the prize inheritance she leaves behind, simply because its impossible to separate her from it in my mind’s eye. I suspect her sister, my great Aunt Alice, left her kettle simmering on low for years on end.

As a little girl, my sisters and I each had our own miniature china tea pot, and I received several as wedding gifts: a beautiful Whittard of Chelsea pot from our cousins in England, a sweet floral one from my mother in law, and my Grandmother’s sweet Noritake Mabel teapot.  But my favorite is this one.

I can’t remember if it was Christmas or our anniversary, but out of all the gifts Ted’s given over the years, this is possibly my favorite.

I’ve already finished two cups in the time between taking these photographs & posting this.  So, go ahead.  Go turn the kettle on! Happy tea time!