1958 Tasting Notes
Neither weather nor schedule (writing conference; intense planning followed by marathon knocking out of curriculum content) next week are conducive to much time outdoors, so I’m trying to tank up on fresh air—a teeny bit of leaf sweeping followed by a long session in the glider sopping up the gold and orange tree color that’s so strong you can taste it.
This is what I chose to enjoy while tanking up my personal solar battery. Smooth and gentle green tea, a little cereal sweetness to it. Ignore the package instructions (1 minute)—it takes two well, and it resteeps well. Perfect for an afternoon so quiet you can hear the leaves rustle.
You’d want something sweet and fragrant, too, if you were awakened at 4:15 a.m. by a rogue stink that made you panic that the central heat unit was burning…and then you realized that the stink was skunk skinking around outside somewhere. Love rural-burban life!
Since I first met Marco, I’ve also been introduced to several taste-alikes that are equally fruity and a little less persnickety (this one requires a careful steeping eye). H & S Tower of London comes the closest according to my palate. Still, Marco Polo is the gold standard that I judge fruit teas by.
Prompted/challenged/inspired by recent lavender experimentation, I attempted a little kitchen chemistry this evening:
1 teaspoon Mariage Freres Bourbon Rouge (rooibos)
1/4 skimpy teaspoon lavender
1/2 teaspoon cacao nibs
Ooohhooooh! The lavender gives the rooibos a fruity tinge rather than flowery, and you just can’t ruin cocoa. Did I say oooohhhhhoooo?
This has turned into the evening go-to tea when I need a little self-coddling. Long tiring day, writing deadlines dogpiled on top of it, hubby under the weather (Dr. Tazo is taking care of him while I’m still working), the wanna-gotta-do list that’s so long it’s strangling me… any little bit of sweetness helps.
Can y’all find this locally?