Two days ago, the Minz-Mama said, “How nice it would be to have a slice of lemon to put in my tea. I suddenly really miss the taste of lemon in black tea.”So naturally, the next day, there were lemons in the house.
Not any old lemons, lolling in the fruit basket. (This is a household with a Minz-Papa.)
They were in the fridge, in a small tupperware, already thinly sliced, just waiting to be put into teacups by anyone upon whom the whimsy should descend to perk a cup of tea with citrus.
Myself I prefer oolongs but today it is all black tea, with lemon.
Best of the Transparent Hummingbird