Harumph. I made a pot of this tea in my little iron kyusu this morning, sat down to wait for it to steep, and promptly got distracted. After I got up to put the clothes in the dryer, I only then remembered. Whooops.
I don’t think I put enough into the steeping basket to make a decent pot of tea though – it tastes like smokey water. I might just dump this and make a pot of something else. :(
When I was a very young child, I swallowed an ice cube whole. It got stuck in my throat, and my mother had me drink hot tea to melt it away. That started a love affair with tea that has never abated.
I dabbled with Celestial Seasonings and other grocery store teabags for awhile, in my young and foolish days. But a few years ago, I received a tea of the month subscription from Adagio, and I found that there was a whole other world of tea out there that I had never experienced.
I love drinking tea, and I love the personal ceremony of making a glass or pot of tea for myself. It’s like a meditation.
DFW, Texas
