No deceased Chinese mafia dogs for me tonight, please. (They must have been really mini Shih Tzus. Don’t mind me, just see previous tasting note.)
Therefore, and since I was one bag shy of a sipdown anyway, I made this to relax with. Hot bath, pumpkin pie, comfort reading.
For newbies and cheapsters, this really is one of the better Lipton pyramid-bag offerings; good enough to buy a repeat someday. Enough pineapple to overshadow the chamomile flavor. Isn’t it funny that chamomile is perceived as a light, restful, delicate herbal, but it’s so strong you just can’t shout the flavor down much?
Sleep tight. Don’t let the shar pei’s bite.
Pawed through the collection to consolidate stray bags for work and travel and popped a sachet in a cup while I was sorting. Poor Lipton gets a bad rap way too often. They’ve put together a really mild and tasty evening tisane. I drink chamomile but don’t get excited about it; the pineapple is sweet and strong enough to shout it down a little.
Discovered a small design flaw in the pyramid bag today … when you stand around talking to friends while you wait for the machine to warm your water and spin it around by the tag, it comes loose kind of easily and goes flying across the room.
(Even slightly damaged, was probably the best cup of anything I’ve had for days.)
Nice end-o’-day treat following a little too much snacking at work and a little too much hubby-made pizza at home (if you haven’t tried Pastorelli pizza sauce and like spicky-kicky tomato, it’s worth the search).
Sweet, a little thick, and not picky in personality. Bag stays in the cup. In retrospect, should have had the pizza chef save me the juice out of the pineapple bits to add.
