secret agent mug

I should stop not-bringing my camera to places; last night’s dinner, homemade by friends in Alameda, was so good that it should have been documented.  I was too busy stuffing my face on duck confit. Tea is steeping in a mug that was obviously handmade by a child somewhere along the timeline. I do not remember making this mug, but I remember someone telling me in my twenties that I had made this mug, and I believed it.  For all I know, this could be a secret agent mug, lying in wait in my cupboard all these years, only to be activated when the proper mixture of tea, milk, and sugar is applied. Good thing I can barely fumble my way through tea-making! What would a secret agent mug do?  Not “What Would Secret Agent Mug Do?” like on the colorful...