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Thursday, March 17, 2011

indulge responsibly

spiced [ice]Tea with Pimm's

4 tea bags 
3 tablespoons sugar 
Two 4-inch cinnamon sticks, broken into pieces, plus additional sticks for garnish 
2 cloves 
Two 3-inch strips of orange zest removed with a vegetable peeler, plus strips of rind removed with a channel knife for garnish 
1 cup Pimm's No. 1 Cup

In a heat-proof pitcher combine the tea bags with 4 cups boiling water, the sugar, the broken cinnamon sticks, the cloves, and the zest, let the tea steep for 5 minutes, and discard the tea bags. Let the tea cool, chill it for 1 hour, or until it is cold, and stir in the Pimm's. Pour the mixture into tall glasses filled with ice cubes and garnish each drink with an additional cinnamon stick and a strip of orange rind.

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