Editor’s Letter
Dear Friends Do you remember the first time you had a grown-up tea? I was with a friend at The Drake Hotel in Chicago. Although it was June, and summer in the South, the weather outside felt like March, with blustery winds off the lake that chilled us. We had made a dash to a clothing store to purchase sweaters, and when we returned to the hotel, the idea of hot tea appealed to both of us. In the quiet of the dignified Palm Court, we enjoyed a lavish assortment of scones, sweets, and savories that culminated with a second pot of tea and delicate puff pastry swans. That experience remains the benchmark to which I compare teas I prepare and serve in my home. I find it so helpful to have at…