1849 Tasting Notes
Brrr! First cold snap. We tried to tough it out and forego turning the heat on last night; hubby woke up with a cold looking at he’d been hit by a truck, and my joints were screamingly painful. So WARM trumped any other tea quality this morning.
This is a decent morning cup that takes absentminded steeping well. Smooth, not sharp.
Nothing like sitting in front of the computer doing analytical left-brain things all day, then coming home and spending the evening milking what’s left of the other side to write creative kids’ activities. I am squoze dry. (The creative stuff is the most fun; wish I didn’t have to save it for the dregs of the day.)
And because the cookies mysteriously disappeared while I was at work—two dozen whittled down to two, this is the dessert I’m trying to perk myself up with. It’s not a bad little rooibos, Charlie Brown; it just needs a little love, a small cup, and the bag left in throughout. Not sure I’m getting much chocolate out of it, but it’s still OK for a dessert/nightcap.
Long Sunday and I am worn out. Kid wrangling in the morning followed by a run to the nursing home to check on Mom followed by a run to the farm to do some running/fetching/carrying for tired and arthritic Dad. (Fun side note—Mom’s nursing home gets therapy miniature ponies. They bring ’em to the rooms like dogs!)
Couple all that with a really poorly-thought-out speed lunch at Long John Silver’s…ugh…I need tonickin’. So I steeped a strong infusion of chickweed and stirred in a spoonful of Pappy’s sassafras concentrate. The sassafras is a good mask for the chickweed—its pretty barky flavored, and between the two compounds, I am good for stomach ailments, arthritis, high blood pressure, and scurvy.