65 Tasting Notes
I couldn’t quite believe my eyes looking at the DFW terminal map: is there an actual tea shop in here? I could still taste the wood chips from the ‘tea’ I picked up at a coffee place in AUS. Anyway, aren’t they closing? Sure enough the store was still there. I needed my head to be operational when I got off the plane in SFO so I wanted to order some black tea. I tried get my eyes to focus despite a cold and days of committee meetings. Somehow I managed to order a cup. Hmm… I’m picking up notes of… CAFFIENE! That’s what I needed: thick, almost sour and full of caffiene. I got off the plane with my head still swimming but I found the Lyft and made it home. Thanks, Teavanna.
PG Tips. Again. Seriously. We buy it in boxes that are bigger than my head. Where does it all go? Where has the last year gone? In between the 65+ hour workweeks, the trip across country for my grandfather’s funeral, the new job, the trip across country for my brother’s wedding, there is a steady rhythm of caffeine jolts that keeps everything moving.
That’s PG Tips: not fancy, not delicate, but reliable: quick to steep, able to stand up to an omelet (even an omelet covered in tomatillo salsa) consistently delivering needed energy.
Let’s hear it for the “best supporting actress”, the janitor, the viola player, and PG Tips: all those who make life better from the background.