As part of my continued effort to restrain the urge to dive back into my old coffee addiction, I am drinking more tea. Non-caffeinated or low caffeine teas seem somehow less heinous, less abominable in the eyes of nature and all that is holy than decaf coffee (which I will still not drink). Luckily, down at Eastern Market there is a nice lady who sells teas and honeys.

With my brand new coffee pot and new, small cups – all recently bought from Cost Plus World Market (Restoration Hardware/Pier One Imports for people with less money) – I set about trying to make, not a perfect cup of tea, but at least better than I usually.

I know I don’t make a perfect cup of tea, because I never quite manage to follow all of the tea-related edicts laid down by the great one himself, George Orwell.