Garage thermometer peaked at 105, but officially it’s a cool and balmy 98 today. Summer has arrived about eight weeks late. So we’re in “anything-as-long-as-it-is-COLD” mode. As I am the owner of the last two boxes in local existence of these bags, I am budgeting them carefully, but this makes the best unsweetened, cold-steeped fridge tea in the world. Stuck a quart in the fridge to wet my whistle after a dusty drive to the farm. The weeds along the road to Dad’s house are white with a quarter-inch coating of road dust that looks like mocha frost.
Wish I’d tried the lemon and (hmm..was it?) black raspberry versions of this when the indie grocery was stocking it.