Declan said, “How are you going to make it?”
I responded, “In a tea kettle….” [Our super cute turquoise one I’ve only ever used a handful of times—but looks great on my stove at all times thankyouverymuch]
So I asked him to turn the stove on since I already had water in it. He did that, and came back into the living room.
“Babe? How will you know it’s done..?”
I said, “Hun…it whistles….” [duhh….]
He was like, “Oh that’s cool! I thought it only did that in movies or something.”
It was cute, seriously—it was. It made me realize there must not have been a lot of tea-making in his house as a kid. In my house, that and hot chocolate were a staple. We did not use a microwave; we used the good old tea-kettle, every time. When it whistled, we got excited, jumped up and made our cup of warm goodness. [Specifically after playing in the snow!]
After a few good minutes, don’t you know the tea kettle started whistling signaling to me, “I’m piping hot-come and get me!”
and then my man said, “There’s something about the sound that makes you feel warm on a cold night.”
Couldn't have said it better myself.
Photo credit: google images, thank you.