Since our current living conditions strongly resemble Green Acres, I decided to act the part this afternoon and steep some of these here “yarbs” double-strength in my trusty Mason jar on the front porch. Burdock—dandelion root—red clover…I can just hear Granny Clampett strumming her autoharp and singing “Billy Boy.” Furthermore, I have a bad case of the crabbies and a general physical and emotional system cleanse may be just what I need.

The mint hits you first, and hits hard when you sniff the pouch. I think it’s the red clover blossoms I’m seeing that are dried and added whole.

And…after a good hour in 99 degree sunshine and poured up on ice…the results are in…oooh, doggies! Jed, this is plumb tasty! Anytime you have an infusion with “root” as an ingredient, there’s going to be a tree-bark taste, and it’s present, but just barely. The mint is cooling in the mouth, and hopefully clearing in the head.

ashmanra

Why, I never knowed you was a yarb woman! Did you try puttin’ knife under the bed to cut the pain?

gmathis

Someday I’ll tell y’all the story of how I plucked my future husband off’n the deck of Rube Dugan’s Diving Bell at Silver Dollar City.

All this talk does remind me of the sweaty aluminum tumbler of iced sassafrass my grandpa would keep on the arm of his chair this time of year…

ashmanra

Ooo, I’ve never had home made sassafras, though we used to pull the saplings up and I loved the aroma of the roots!

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ashmanra

Why, I never knowed you was a yarb woman! Did you try puttin’ knife under the bed to cut the pain?

gmathis

Someday I’ll tell y’all the story of how I plucked my future husband off’n the deck of Rube Dugan’s Diving Bell at Silver Dollar City.

All this talk does remind me of the sweaty aluminum tumbler of iced sassafrass my grandpa would keep on the arm of his chair this time of year…

ashmanra

Ooo, I’ve never had home made sassafras, though we used to pull the saplings up and I loved the aroma of the roots!

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Somebody asked me once when I became a tea junkie; I think it dates back to college when I needed caffeine for a 7 a.m. class but chose not to do coffee. My favorite teapot is a medium-sized Brown Betty given to me by my Mema; the painted flowers are chipping off, but the size and feel is perfect. I rejoice when I get a morning to brew a pot of loose tea starting with a kettle; not a bag and a hot pot.

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