Tea time

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Sometimes memories are hidden in cupboards.  The other day I was putting mugs on a shelf and this packet of tea appeared!  I'd say it jumped out at me... nicely sealed in a baggie, since I stopped drinking tea for a decade.
It looked heavenly, with bits of orange and lemon, from North Queensland, where I spent a few weeks lolling on the shore in July, 1998.
The tea seems fine, although I'm not a connoisseur.  Anyone want to join me?

Tea time popularity

I enjoy tea, now that the snow is blowing, and the doors and windows are closed.  Not because I enjoy tea, but I enjoy the ritual.  And it doesn't have to involve anyone else, nice when it does, but me.
And do you know what makes a great cup of tea experience?  A china cup.  And those I have.  I have inherited many, and they sit proudly in the china cabinet waiting for the day that I will choose that one.  Sometimes, once it gets selected, it stays the selectee for many weeks, but I'm going to try to consciously give them all a chance.  I have some of them packed away in the shed, I have so many.

Stephanie Pearl-McPhee wrote about tea time on November 22 (my full-blood Scotch-Irish father's birthday, which certainly has something to do with my tea habits) and I was amazed that she had 655 comments on that particular blog.  655 !!! Who gets read 655 times on one post?
Time for tea:  Chai, soy, agave... What's your combination?