1849 Tasting Notes
Neither being a huge fan of Earl Grey nor decaf black tea, wasn’t expecting a great deal—-but the office air conditioner was set to “blizzard” this afternoon and I needed to warm up. Exceeded expectations! The bergamot didn’t taste like cheap cologne—couldn’t detect much personality in the base, but it wasn’t bitter or astringent. Good utility tea.
As anticipated, milk accentuates the subtle chocolate hiding behind the excellent black tea base. Chocolate fog. This is not the one you want if you crave fudge.
Our little creek bottoms were coated with deliciously wispy vanilla fog this morning. I wanted to drive 20 mph to absorb the scenery; unfortunately, the vehicles behind me did not have the same opinion. So I had to enjoy it far too quickly.
Posted an hour ago on FB, sharing here for your amusement:
Career tip: I strongly advise against taking up cat juggling, particularly after the age of 40. You’ll likely end up sitting woefully balancing a bag of frozen chicken noodles on your sprained foot and picking sawdust out of your backside.
I’ll leave the highly unglamorous details to your imagination. A tango it wasn’t.
Pride is bruised as much as the tootsie. I needed something sweet to make it all better. Cocoa with orange, bag in.
Confession first: this isn’t Celestial Seasonings; it’s looseleaf bulk from the local herb & indie grocery, but I’m too lazy to poke through 64 pages of peppermint brands trying to find what fits.
Stomach bug keeping me at home today. Much improved since 2 a.m. but need to be near the, uh, proper facilities.
But I can be under the weather just as easily sitting outside in cool sunshine as I can indoors.
Anyway, plain peppermint leaves—first thing I grabbed when I felt like I could ingest anything. Can’t beat it for tummy uglies, clogged sinuses, or other assorted miz’ries. Will contend further that there is no need to pay for anything upscale or brand name. Plain ol’ Cheapster Steepster peppermint leaves, steeped strong—-keep some in your medicine cabinet. Cold and flu season coming.
Down to the last part of a pouch of this … hunted it up deliberately. The weather is butterscotch today, and this is a perfect pairing. What’s butterscotch weather, you ask? Sunny, dry, cool; enough breeze to freshen your face, enough sunshine to keep your bare toes warm while Tazo takes a snooze curled up like a lump of pumpernickel in your lap. Butterscotch.
So is this amazing green tea. I don’t know if it’s the everlasting flowers that add the sweet-butter to it; don’t think I’ve ever had them in any other blend. It is, however, a little picky. Minute and a half steep time—and you’d better really watch the clock, otherwise it bitters up.
One would expect, with the name of this particular tea, eau de Hershey bar. Not so, but that’s not a bad thing.
Take a really rich black tea base and tease it with dark chocolate. Just a hint—-like swishing a silk scarf along your cat’s back just to watch his tail twitch and his ears tingle. That’s the kind of whiff you get when you sip this one.
One suspects that the addition of milk would change the silk scarf into a flannel baby blanket. Haven’t tried that yet, but we’re gonna.
Thanks to Terriharplady. This was a perfect slow Sunday morning tea. (Which will perk up shortly with the addition of 12 to 15 ten-year-olds. My teaching partner describes working with this bunch as herding cats or cockroaches in zero gravity.)
This is very non tea-y, but I’m on Cup #3 and the brain cells are just not firing this morning. Trying to describe in print what I could demonstrate in a second and a half. Are these instructions clear enough for you to follow, especially those of you who grew up without seeing it demonstrated weekly by Mickey, Davy, Mike, and Peter?
Face forward with arms around your partner’s shoulders. In unison, partners throw their right legs forward and out (your right leg will cross your partner’s left leg). Then partners throw their left legs out and forward.
Thank you for the consultation.