English Breakfast tea, how do I love thee, let me count the ways.  You wake me up.  You smell divine.  You are the thing I look forward to every morning.  You cost less than coffee and make me seem distinguished (right? right?!).  You are a family tradition.  You are best enjoyed in my mama’s blue speckled mug, splash of soy, sprinkle of brown sugar. 

Most of all, no one in my house likes you so I get you all to myself. 

Cheerio,

L

(Note: this picture is so not of anything I own.  But I could.  Distringuished..ly.)