my parents don't drink coffee. they're tea drinkers--always have been--every morning in big, blue mugs. my brother and i grew up knowing that if we drank from the milk carton at night (pairs nicely with oreos, no?) we had to leave just enough milk for mom's morning tea.
i'm never going to give up my morning coffee (or not in the foreseeable future, anyway).
but last week when i had tea with dear miss natalie and she ordered bourbon coupled with coconut-vanilla, i thought, yeah, okay, i could get into this.
warm, sweet, and a ritual in its own right.
the little things.