T is for Teapot.
My lovely cobalt blue version developed a serious handle crack, and is now a water dish for Moby. I could only get white in the 2cup pot with strainer type that I've used every day for years and years. Well, white is a good color as well. I turned my nose up at yellow and brown, although I've had brown teapots. One had a lovely side handle, a sort of grey brown matte finish, but it was a bit small.
I consider a teapot to be an essential, like a kettle. Although I've done without when only teabags and immersion heaters are available. But to have a home and kitchen, and not be able to make loose tea, a sad - and in my case temporary - state of affairs. Still, I have friends who have neither. That's when I bring my own bags and find out where they keep their smallest saucepan, possibly my own mug as well.
Seem to be coming down with the sniffles, so I'm more interested in drinking hot tea than writing about the pot.
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