1481 Tasting Notes
I am far too impressionable. I lit a French Baguette candle, started working on Thanksgiving cards, which prominently feature pie; son walked in and said “Pushing Daisies!” So here I am marathoning several episodes instead of tidying my messy craft table.
Speaking of impressionable, if you saw a lovely bulk jar of pu-erh at your favorite local indie herb and tea shop for fifty cents an ounce, wouldn’t you bring home two ounces simply on the merit of cheap-itude alone? (And if you wouldn’t, don’t judge.)
Return on investment: excellent. Big, thick leaves; leans to the sweet-earthy spectrum instead of the minerally-cave water wavelength, although there’s a little mineral in the background. I’m seeing a few tossed-in cocoa nibs next cuppa.
Tazo purrs like a Tribble. We let him in for breakfast because it is a nippy 48 outside and he (Who am I kidding? He spells I) was cold.
So we (that’s us, not the royal we) are enjoying this sweet, stout, rich, chocolately cup with a little swish of milk and a little scrap of peace. Again, this is not what one expects with a typical breakfast tea. It far surpasses those sleepy expectations.
Then…off to my 10-year-old bundles of mayhem. One of them, last week, demonstrated his skills in forward somersaulting, backward somersaulting, cabinet climbing, table diving, and chair balancing. Rough family life. He needs a lot of love. I’m praying for an ample supply of it.
I am nowhere near the point I had hoped to be, to-do-list-wise, come sundown, but we try to let Saturday dinner mark the beginning of our rest day. Thus, I will pretend that the baskets of folded laundry in the living room are eclectic decorating touches and enjoy a little quiet with my feet up and a carefully hoarded cup of vanilla goodness (supply dwindling).
In honor of a deliciously chilly day, sun lowering beneath the flat layer of rain clouds draped over the sky all afternoon, I popped in a cinnamon stick while it steeped. Perfect scent of a cinnamon roll in the cup.
Where did that second cup go?
And where did my Saturday go? Wasn’t it just 7 a.m.? I’m not done yet!!!
Don’t let the “Assam” fool you: British builders’ tea this isn’t. Mild, sweet-potato, starchy, toasty tea it is. If your black tea preferences lean toward the lighter side, this is well worth a trial taste.
Well, if I can’t find my apple chamomile at the store, this is a plausible substitute. Enough sweet fruit to tone down the chamomile; hopefully enough chamomile to tone down the tension after a long day.
Woke up feeling like a 2 × 4 somebody pounded on then left out in the rain; so builders’ tea was in order. Heaping teaspoon of leaf; easily six minutes steep time. Strong as an ox, little milk. Hey, it got me out the door.
Little skinny grassy leaves, about two minutes, and ooh! Serendipity! Instead of green-grassy-vegetal, we get sharpish-springy-fruity: golden raisins or white grape juice-ish. Not a lick of bitterness. Nicest surprise in a cuppa green I’ve had in a long while.
Greenies, you’ll like this one!
Vendor description says: Try it with breakfast, brunch, grilled duck or dark chocolate. Something about grilled duck makes me chuckle, especially since we have two little white neighbor ducks across the street.
After two good strong steeps of these cute little yarn balls, I’m at a loss to pin the flavor down. The inner chocolate addict notices the cocoa first; maybe some of the baked apple vibe when I frown and really concentrate. A very good “think about” tea for a deliciously foggy Sunday morning. Thinking of you, Terriharplady, with a smile as I drink it. Thanks.