Coming right up ... you know that somewhere in the captain's house of hospitality, he has it there for you ... the sound of a sharp knife moving twice through crisp skin and taut mini-balloons of liquid goodness would meet your ears before the sweet-sharp aroma of oil of lemon and the flesh of the fruit would meet your nose.

Then, the soft click of a crock pot spigot opening and the flow of liquid, and the aroma of sweet spice and cooked fruit ... almost like Christmas day and winter nights getting warm -- ginger, cinnamon, cloves, lemons, oranges, apples, pears -- would pleasantly mingle with the odor of lemon like the harmony of low strings with woodwinds ...

Click-clack -- cup meets saucer, and the whisper of two lemon wedges placed on the saucer would come after that ... and, here's your tea with a slice (and a slice extra) of lemon, presented to you by your host with a smile!