Is what I say to myself as I shuffle away with my second cup of the morning.
Description: a dark cup of tea in a white and red mug with tiny pictures of landmarks on it
Is what I say to myself as I shuffle away with my second cup of the morning.
Description: a dark cup of tea in a white and red mug with tiny pictures of landmarks on it
To each their own, but why even bother with milk at that point? Unless it’s an assam or something
My grandmother drinks her tea like that, just a tiny splash of milk. Meanwhile I make it 1/4 milk.
I vary it up, but I find builders makes me queasy without at least some milk.