A Cozy Nightcap Brew

Night has crept into the kitchen, so I decided to see how our little daylong brew would settle before bedtime. I tottered over to the ceramic jar of chamomile heads, humming a drowsy little tune. With both hands firmly wrapped around my pestle, I leaned in and gave the pot one slow, rhythmic churn, watching a faint, fragrant warmth rise into the cool evening air. I tucked a single pale chamomile petal into the mixture to quiet it down. Now my cheeks feel thoroughly toasted, and my pot is resting just as comfortably as I am.