1477 Tasting Notes
There are several Belgian Chocolate options here; I clicked Metropolitan Tea because a friend sent this from a little tea house in Tennessee that I think private labels Metropolitan stuff.
This particular blend is nice—I am a calendula lover in blended tea and it adds a nice little kick to the cocoa-roo. Pairing it with some bittersweet dark chocolate highlighted the sweetness.
(Curious…anybody ever steep just plain calendula leaves? Just wondering how they do on their own.)
It’s unanimous, based on other reviews, that Scottish breakfast tea should be strong enough to kick the wind out o’yer wee bagpipes, but this isn’t.
So I doubled up the bags this morning and (inadvertently) oversteeped by a minute or so. NOW we’re talking. Sharp. Stout.
Let’s call this one “Beat the Blues-berry.”
The struggle to slog through the day continues. Non-specific, frigid-weather, car-behaving-eccentrically, nothing-to-look-forward-to, just-can’t-muster-up-the-joy, seasonal icks. Watching one friend lose her father to cancer last week; another visiting a surgeon today to scope out options for a breast lump. Housework. Taxes. Gotta smile at how Psalm 3 calls God “the lifter of my head…” Mine’s hanging down by my socks!
So…a cup of buck-up is in order, don’t you think? With little forethought, I tucked a bag of Celestial Seasonings True Blueberry in the cup, then dashed in my steeping basket with a heaping teaspoonful of tulsi, my trusty tension tamer.
Works! The clovey-lemon tulsi taste plays nicely with the gentle blueberry, and I hope to feel its un-kinking effects soon.
It’ll be OK. I know how it ends. Our troubles are light and momentary, Some moments are just kind of long, huh? Chins up, pinkies out, carry on!
…of course, the upside to being the “_____ will drink anything; she likes tea” person are the nice little surprise packets that turn out surprisingly good.
Like this one. Apple-orange-vanilla. Nice. Made my morning. (Wouldn’t take much; seasonal gloom has hit me like a road train.)
Has this ever happened to you? “You don’t want that tea? Give it to _____! She’ll drink anything!”
Thus, a nearly full box of Earl Grey bags on my desk, minus one suspiciously eyed, hesitantly tested bag.
I will finish the cup, but (apologies to those of you who like this) it tastes like furniture polish.
Correction. Maybe I will finish the cup.
I still hate January, but the dazzling (cold!) sun on the tree branches makes it look a little like Narnia out my front window.
Because I may have to hock my firstborn to pay this month’s heating bill, I’m following several of you in an austerity plan to drink up what I have open…and this was.
It’s a fine darjeeling with lots of apple-peel, fruity character; not much to say that differs from my initial tasting note on this one.
As my tea horizons continue to broaden, there are so many wondrous varieties that I’m crazy about, but I can’t say I’ve landed on a wondrous darjeeling that makes me want to tap dance or clutch the cup in ecstasy. But I don’t mind looking…
OK, I have transgressed and slipped into a cup of cocoa tonight. But in my defense, it’s sloppy, soggy, freezing rain outside, snow to follow, with killer chill behind that. Sitting under a super-fluorescent light at my writing desk didn’t even dent the SAD. It’s chocolate weather.
However, the chance combination part of this little story is courtesy of my hubby. Disappointed by Starbucks’ discontinuation of his favorite Signature cocoa, he started twiddling with cocoa alchemy. Turns out that one packet Swiss Miss Dark Chocolate Sensation and one packet Cold Stone Marshmallow in the same cup approximates the sweet stuff he misses.
Hitting the spot.
I’m in world traveler mode today, so I took Marco along for the ride — researching and writing kids’ activities about (is this serendipity or what?) Assam, India. I smell a kids’ tea party being written into the procedures.
Also, for you crafty types, research and Internet “travel” led to a nifty world craft site with some lovely items; supports a great cause. http://worldcrafts.org/index.asp. OK, stepping off the soapbox now.
Marco Polo, for those of you who haven’t yet had the adventure, is a gorgeous, sweetly fruity black tea. I save him for days when (a) I can pay careful attention to steeping; it can’t be bullied and (b) there’s enough time to fully enjoy it instead of swigging it on the run.
I wish I could add © have multiple unscheduled hours to read a really good book and neglect housework and writing assignments to the list. But a luxury tea eases the work part a bit.
Been a while since I’ve had this one. My loss; this is wonderfully light and tasty. Heavy on the coconut, but the lemongrass is definitely detectible and harmonizes beautifully. Plenty sweet without additions. (Now if I were just in a lounge chair on a tropical resort smelling the wet sand and watching the sun slip over the horizon….)
Further proof that sometimes a cheapie tea is just what you need for the moment. Hubby fighting off an achey-icky stomach bug, and just needed something to settle his stomach. He was a little hesitant to grab anything out of my fancy tins and pouches, and found this languishing in the cupboard.
Just warm tea, he said, that put an end to the flip-flopping nausea.
Everybody needs an “it’ll do.” This tends to be ours.