Customs, events, foods, and music that I couldn't stand as a kid are suddenly quite appealing to me, and the reverse is true as well.
A prime example of this is my sudden fascination for hot tea.
Hot tea used to taste like a weak rusty brew of leaves steeped in hot water.
Oops.
Well, a weak rusty brew of leaves steeped in hot water used to be gross to me, but now I really enjoy the warm beverage, sometimes even, *gasp,* without sugar.
I came across this delightful song, recently, and I wholeheartedly think we should adopt, as a nation, the 4:00 p.m. tea time!
Will anyone second the motion?
