Prompted by a few of you who have done the same thing, there’s now a jar in the kitchen labeled “Junkyard Tea” to contain the not-quite-enough or a-little-too-old scraps of black tea that accumulate when you’re not looking.
The fun of this is that its personality changes regularly, it’s still reasonably drinkable in the a.m., and if it doesn’t taste right…just add something else, and it’ll change again.
At the moment, the jar is a little Keemun-heavy with some sweetness in the background from odd Assams and a Darjeeling or two. Tomorrow…who knows?
Unpredictably yours till then,