I have this weird thing about rainy days and chai tea. Stemming all the way back to college– I remember a rainy Sunday one semester during my junior year I had been taking an oil painting class, and I was behind on my project a bit so I went into the studio to work on it. It was practically straight out of a terrible Lifetime movie, me with my chai tea (I had only recently discovered it), headphones in, steady rain outside, and just a girl and her….oil painting of crumpled up paper bags. The subject of the painting was a little weak the memory of the day is not. Ever since then, it’s almost guaranteed, if I wake up to a cloudy, rainy overcast morning, instead of immediately reaching for coffee I always crave a chai tea with a little milk. The warm specifically chai scent goes straight to my brain’s memory bank and something kicks in and I heat up the kettle….