Ahh, it finally feels like winter. Minnesota was without snow until just a couple weeks ago. The last time we went this far into winter without snow was…never, as far as I can remember.
It’s Sunday evening, and I just got home from having dinner with my husband and his mom. It’s all slippery and treacherous outside because of some mild freezing rain, and it made me think, it’s winter now! Time to go home and drink hot tea, wear slippers and bundle up in a blanket.
There’s my tea, steeping in a darling little teacup. A month or so ago, I chopped up a ginger root and threw the pieces in the dehydrator. I’m finally using it tonight, my first stab at homemade ginger tea. (Why did I do this, you ask? I read the ingredients of the ginger tea I drink, and it said Ingredients: Ginger. Then I said, I could do that. And then I did.) It’s very yummy. I love, love, love the spicy and pungent taste of ginger. But my chunks of ginger are too big. Before I make it again, I’m going to chop it up into littler pieces so it will flavor the water faster.
Behind it is a mini cup and saucer I got from my grandma for Christmas; and that is resting on one of my lovely birthday gifts, a gorgeous vintage copy of Jane Eyre printed in 1943. It has printed letterpress illustrations and the text is in two columns just like the olden days, and it could not be any prettier unless it was wearing a bow….wait, it is wearing a bow. It could not be any prettier.
And now, I’m going to leave you so I can drink ginger tea and read this beautiful old book. Good night, my lovely blog readers!
