Anyone who knows me knows I hate tea. I hate sipping hot drinks and really don't see any taste value in any tea that isn't so fruity it may as well be juiced. Icy and lemony is the way I usually drink it and prefer it that way.
So my recent chamomile tea habit may come as a shock to some of you.
Blame the boy, he loves chamomile and dosed me with it, leading to the deepest sleep I've had in awhile. So now I have touching faith in the stuff.
I can't leave well enough alone though. I STILL think chamomile tastes boring and vaguely soapy, so I mix it with peppermint tea and a teaspoon of honey. Even then, I can't be holding with sip sip sipping it, so I tend to let it cool and then gulp it down.
Moving to a small apartment in Hong Kong has meant leaving two of the dearest loves in my life behind, my books and my beagles. Fortunately, a lovely friend gifted me with a Kindle and diligent downloading has meant that I have nearly my entire shelf in that lovely slim thing. Do I miss the smell and feel of books? Yes. But do I miss them terribly? Not anymore.