There is, however, only one kind of tea that I've found I really like.
My family calls it "Bama Tea" because before she passed away, our elderly next door neighbor, "Bama" (as her grandchildren and I called her), used to send cups of it over to our house when we were sick.
So this morning, I brewed my mom and I some Bama Tea.
With lots of honey and a little bit of lemon.
And we drank it from these teacups that I thrifted for 25 cents each.
With our pinkies up, of course.
Happy Saturday, friends.