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Since when do you drink tea??

Those words have been spoken to me more than once over the last few days, and I have to think, Why? Am I really that stuck on coffee that people don’t think I can drink anything else?
And as I’ve said, “only when I have a cold, or a sore throat” – which thankfully isn’t that often.
Don’t get me wrong, when I visit a particular friend, all I drink is tea, she makes a mean cup. But for everyone else, I’m the coffee whore.
My tea of choice with a sore throat.
Basic tea bag + honey lemon tea bag mix. Taken black with sugar. And it is quite nice.
But I sure miss my coffee.

What do you drink when you have a cold coming or a sore throat?


Normal viewing has resumed….

Well kind of.
After my sick days and having to resort to tea drinking – much to the delight of one of my readers – I can happily say that I am fine and back to my caffeine-induced madness. Actually, I already was mad, caffeine just makes me better at it.

Life still goes on, there is cleaning and cooking, driving the kids around – when they stop driving me round (the bend), making, creating, being arty with a camera, laughing, crying, scream and shout (ing). After all, a daily dose of being told off is good for soul building. Ok, I’m just kidding about that bit. The kids aren’t that bad.

Aside from that, nothing. Zip, nada, nil. Empty head (say it, go on, I’ve heard it all before).
I do have a little project though for when it gets a sunnier. When it’s not raining. Ha, like thats going to happen, it’s winter here.

I hope this finds you all – tea and coffee drinkers alike – well, healthy and happy. If not, then I send virtual hugs your way, and a big smile with a corny joke or two.

Jen ūüôā

When I saw this I thought of the Foo Fighters song ‘long road to ruin’ for some reason which has nothing at all to do with this post or the picture,


You know something’s wrong


…when I’m drinking tea and the thought of coffee doesn’t even enter my mind.

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Fruity Tea cake

Today started off, well, not very well. I was quite sad and would have happily stayed in bed or returned and just slept.¬† I was determined though not to give in to it, so¬†I made myself¬† do things.¬† Fixed up the soup from the slow cooker and replace it ingredients for tonight’s beef curry, tidy the bench, sort a few things out.

Just after lunch my mood changed completely, and quickly.  That was odd, but I decided to make the most of it.  I was in the right mood, I would bake a cake. I had all the ingredients for a cake that a friend gave me, so I did it.

My result is heavier than I think it should be, and I definitely put too much fruit and nuts in it, but it tasted pretty good anyway.¬† And it should have been in a loaf tin, as compared to a round cake tin…

I’m calling it The Fruity Tea Cake.
Hot and fresh from the oven with butter dripping, divine!

Making the tea, yes Tea for a tea cake, and letting it brew and cool was the first thing.

Sugar, dried fruit, chopped peanuts and spices went into the bowl.

Then the tea.

Then the flour and into the oven.

I think I got too carried away with the music and took it out too early, there’s a few parts uncooked. Good with custard I think.
Recipe in the usual place,
happy baking ūüėČ

Don’t you just hate it

I’m Cold. no, I’m hot. no, I’m cold again….

Don’t you just hate it when, after several months of being super busy, you get the time to sit still and concentrate on those “gotta/wanna/have to do it’¬†jobs when… WHAM! a cold smacks you in the face.
Ha ha (think that kid off the Simpsons), not gonna happen pal.

So, as much as I’d like to sit around, feeling sorry for myself and do absolutely nothing. I can’t.¬†I wont. Or maybe I might, just a little¬†bit.¬†¬†Why is it men seem to be able to do this much easier than us..??

So I soldier on.¬† Make my way through the list, slower than otherwise, sip my tea that I can’t taste, and think sweet sweet thoughts about a cozy warm bed.

Of course there are still plenty of things to do while you have a cold.  But is beading one of them?
Aaaa-choo!! One sneeze and you’ve blown beads all across the table.
Put your hand up to cover your cough…and all the strung beads decide a trip¬†along the wooden floor is a good thing.
Blow your nose… yeah, well, when there’s too much for the tissue… icky. Sticking to the beads.. ugh.

Ok, these things haven’t happened but I can just imagine if they were to.

So I will post this, finish my camomile, honey and vanilla tea –¬†¬†can’t taste it – lather myself in Vix and take¬†this stuffed up¬†head to bed.¬† Hopefully to rise in time for school duties tomorrow (which is now today).
And as such, my nose feels like a blocked pipe which is doomed to never be fixed, my head is sore, my back aches.  Enough about that, I can drink my tea, work my ay through that huge pot of vege soup I made last night and know that my kids are healthy, life is good and you know what.. even the sun is shining!

I intend to be fully armed with lemon lollies, lemon and honey tea, panadol¬†for the head, vix¬†and a box of never ending tissues (who’s gonna invent those?)

I shall smile between the sneezes (you know what they say about sneezes) and snuffle my way around my jobs.