The right tea at the right time is a blessing. Due to change of schedule, more running around over the holidays than usual, and probably some general sloppiness and inattentiveness on my part, I’ve caught myself a good old fashioned head cold—the kind you wouldn’t have had to apologize for, pre-plague ;)
So I taught kids from a distance and behind a mask this morning (we’re blessed with awesome adult volunteers who kindly do any legwork needed…today they were scorekeepers and measuring judges for the Forest Park Junior Olympic Fake Ski Jumping Competition). I’m home now spending the afternoon feigning invalidism and pampering myself with a beautiful mugful of wintergreen steam, RX courtesy of Dr. derk!
These were big, flat leaves straight off the plant, and I gave them ten minutes over a warming candle. In retrospect, I should’ve thrown a towel over my head and the mug for the duration. Even though the final product is so pale I can see to the bottom of my pottery mug, the flavor itself is warming and gently mentholly (no burn) and sweetly medicinal.
Quiet house, fragrant tea, one sleeping cat in each corner of the living room, sunshine on my toes…if one has to be under the weather, this is the way to do it.