Christmas continues. We’re finally opening up the last boxes of salvaged stored goods and our DVD of Notting Hill survived the storm. (The brownie scene is our favorite.)
So in honor of the occasion, I made a pot of this Notting Hill for breakfast and a morning of writing. Nothing new to add other than I prefer it on the lightish side; hints of smoke suit me far better than a cigar-infested cloud of smoke flavor. A good solid—masculine?—breakfast tea.
