So I have a story to tell. One that’s had me chuckling ALL day! :P
It all started yesterday evening as I puttered around the house in a purging frenzy. So of course I needed some tea. While the tea steeped, I decided to keep busy. Every once in awhile, I like to reorganize my tea cupboards, as I am sure most of us here do… and since we are packing up the house I thought it would be prudent to do so again. Mum decided that she needed to clean out her stack of bagged teas as well so while I was organizing mine, I stacked hers on the other side of the counter. Before I go on, you should know that while I love her to bits, she has a rather low tea tolerance. I don’t mean consumption! more like… she rolls her eyes when I make a cuppa, is convinced that my tea habit is causing my health issues, and most of all, complains about the real estate my habit occupies.
Well, you can imagine my surprise when after organizing my stash in bins, it took up only slightly more space than her stack of boxes! ha!!!
Somehow, over the years, she has accumulated loads of tea! all bagged of course, and most of it isn’t even opened. Yep, it’s been sitting there for eons, as in long before I started my tea hobby. It’s kept in a different cupboard and being higher up, somehow we didn’t notice. No matter, its all good in MY book.
After getting over my gleeful shock, I called her in to demonstrate the negligible difference in our piles. “Oh dear” she said. Oh dear!?
And now, she is torn as to what should be done about it. One one hand, it’s old and likely stale but in the other palm, she doesn’t want to just toss it.
What to do?
well I know one thing… she will NEVER live this down. ever ever ever. Nope. Not gonna happen. ha!
Anyhow, I chose Salada to write this story under because she loves it. Even more than Red Rose, which surprised me as I had always thought she preferred the good ol’ RR. Not that I really have any idea what she’d rate this tea, but on her behalf… I give it an 80.
(my rating would be closer to 75 I think)
does one last victory shimmy
(that said, she has no knowledge as to the size of my work or secret stash. Shhhh!)
3 Tasting Notes
Backlogging from the weekend. The hotel had this to offer when I asked for tea with breakfast. Now my wonderful grandmother swears by this tea. I swear not to drink it again unless I have no other choice. All the milk and all the sugar could not make me finish a cup of this. Very plain and boring to my taste.
I drank this as a child (8-12 years old) at camp and I think it assisted in a lifelong “caffeine” or perhaps “theine” is a better word. However it was bad tea! I have not had since the early 90’s. Worse than Lipton. Great little proverbs on the tea tags however.
