Hold on to your teacups, everybody!  It's not quite time for Moon Tea yet, but it will be in approximately 2 weeks.  I'm being proactive here because I know that when you see and hear about my Moon Tea, you're going to want some.

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You've heard of Sun Tea, correct?  My mom used to make it all the time when I was a kid.  She would set out a big jar of water with a few tea bags for the afternoon, the sun would kiss it, and voila!  Sun Tea!  Somehow Sun Tea tasted more exotic and delicious than normal tea brewed with almost-boiling water.

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I'm not sure how I miss the boat on these things, but it wasn't until recently that I discovered the secrets of Moon Tea.  Please tell me I'm not alone in this.

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My Moon Tea journey started at the uber-delish and groovy <strong><a href="http://chakra4vegetarianrestaurant.com/" target="_blank">Chakra 4</a> </strong>back in December.  Britt and I were gnoshing on something scrumptious and sipping on a delectable white tea, one of the hundreds of teas on their menu.  (O.k., I may be exaggerating about the tea selection.  Let's just say that an entire page of the menu is devoted to tea, and the print is small enough to remind me that reading glasses are in my near future.  Argh.)

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Speaking of futures, Britt always fancies herself a Tarot Card Reader when we dine at Chakra 4.  As soon as the tea hits the table, she mosies on over to the bookshelf to grab the cards and accompanying book.  (Yes, this place has bookshelveS, which is one of the many reasons we love it so much.  Bookshelves in a restaurant reminds me of <a href="http://www.toppotdoughnuts.com/" target="_blank"><strong>the coolest and yummiest coffee and donut shop on Earth</strong></a>.)

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Madame Britt asked me to pick a card.  I chose one.

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Madame Britt read to me my fate and my future.  For the life of me, I can't remember it now because once I turned 40, all short term memory power short-circuited.

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I'm sure the reading was profound, and I am sure Britt and I oohed and aahed over the supreme meaningfulness of my card.  White tea makes us a little crazy.  It must be its 1% caffeine content.  We like to live dangerously.

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WHAT I DO REMEMBER -- See!  There's hope for those of you in your late 30s who are reading this and freaking out.  You will remember SOME things short term, just not a whole lot! -- is that I was to brew and drink Moon Tea.  I would then live happily ever after.

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Or something like that.  Like I said, I can't remember exactly, but I know it had to be GOOD because I purchased the herbs before I left the store.

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Here's the fun-for-the-whole-family part:

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<strong>You concoct Moon Tea by the light of the full moon.  </strong>

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Now, for whatever reason, I've always been a bit moon-obsessed.  I used to organize moonlit picnics my freshman year in college. True story.  My friends and I would head out to a hill on campus, spread out a picnic blanket, and partake in moon, pizza, and M&amp;Ms.  Since we were a coed mixture of theatre and music majors, we naturally sang moon songs.

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Oh, yes.  I've always lived dangerously.

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So when I first learned of Moon Tea, I was giddy with excitement and wonder.  As the cruel Moon Fates would have it, I would have to wait to brew.  It was a New Moon.

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New Moon = Dark Sky = You're SOL if you want to brew Moon Tea, sister.

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I tucked the herbs away in my pantry for approximately 2 weeks later.  And since I have no short term memory I forgot until February.  And then it was too cold to brew Moon Tea.  (Shouldn't it be at least a little balmy outside for the brewing process?)  And then I set the herbs out on my counter so I would be reminded to use them as soon as

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It's not the pale moon that excites me video