April 2, 2026
It was an ordinary afternoon. Nothing special planned. Just a small pocket of time in the middle of everything else.
I put the kettle on, almost without thinking.
And when I reached for a cup…
I caught myself.
March 20, 2026
I didn’t grow up studying tea. Which may sound slightly surprising, considering I’m British.
Tea is very much part of the culture I come from. It shows up in kitchens, at tables, during conversations, and at moments when someone simply says, “Let’s put the kettle on.”
But if I’m honest, I still don’t drink the traditional teas people talk about. My cup is always herbal tea — usually with a little sugar or honey, and most days a splash of milk. Cream if I have it.
Somehow, though, tea itself became something I love.
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