So I had a total moment in the kitchen at work this morning. I was trying to add milk to my cup of this, and being a bit cautious because it’s a fairly full bottle and I didn’t want to overdo it. So I’m tipping it just a bit, as you do, and nothing’s coming out. I’m usually half asleep until about 11, so I checked I’d taken the lid off (and I had, so points for me), and tipped it a bit further. Still nothing. It was frozen, guys. Like, solid. So then I had to check that I’d put it in the fridge and not the freezer, and I had, so at least it’s not my own sleepiness that robbed me of milk this morning. It’s defrosting slowly, although I’m not madly keen on the thought of adding frozen chunks of milk to my next cup. I might just give it a miss until tomorrow, and see what it’s like then.
On a positive note, my cupboard is now really near 200 (and will hopefully be under 200 again before I go on holiday on the 24th.) Keeping it that way might be a problem, though. It’s around this point that I usually get a hankering to order all the tea, and true to form I’m currently trying to convince myself that I don’t need to place 4 orders and push it right back up to about 250 again. But I want to. In my head, I know I should hold off ordering until I’ve got a much more manageable cupboard, which for me means around 50-75. But think of the tea I’ll be missing in the meantime. It doesn’t help that a Whittard just opened again in Norwich, and they have some new blends that are really calling to me – Cucumber Mint and Petit Macaron in the cutest pastel caddies…
Ahh…
This note wasn’t really about Wedding Imperial, in the end. I feel like I’ve said all that I have to say about it for the moment, and all I can really add at this point is that I definitely prefer it with milk. If I’d known I’d be drinking it black, I probably would have underleafed and reduced the brew time, because it’s quite potent. Rich chocolate and caramel, with nothing to temper it, before 10 in the morning? Hardly the best idea. But you can’t tip MF down the sink, so I went with what I had. We’ll reunite once my milk defrosts.
This made me imagine using milk as ice cubes. Eww.
That’s exactly what it’s like. I know it melts in the hot water, but still…