There’s nothing like coffee in the morning. I always start my day with a cup. But in the evenings, I usually go for tea.
You know how it is, you start the kettle and in no time, you have a hot cup ready — after dropping in a bag of your favorite brew, of course.
After a few minutes, you pull out the bag, toss it in the trash and drink the tea.
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