2055 Tasting Notes
My experience with chestnuts and their flavor derivatives is limited, so the first thing my brain said when I took a sip was, “Maple syrup!” An hour later, just at the bottom of my tumbler, I’m still getting a huge pancake-and-waffle vibe. Sorry this was just a single bag from the advent box—would like to try another with milk!
My Steepster Chronicles (someday, I need to print them all out and edit into a book…My Life In Tea) indicate that I had this a mere … 9! .. years ago. No wonder I forgot. But today’s cup was a happy memory jogger. It was so fresh and bready I thought it was Assam-based, but the tea info says it’s primarily Keemun. Not builders tea strong, but enough to get me out the door in a pleasant frame of mind on a Monday morning. Recommended.
I am not one for rushing the season and I despise seeing Christmas commercials the day after Halloween. I am still washing the cotton candy out of my brain after a weekend of watching my mom-in-law’s beloved Hallmark movies. That is NOT what Christmas is all about, Charlie Brown.
However, Thanksgiving has been tucked away and it is time. It is particularly time because I’m still wobbly from a 10-day sinus infection, the wind is raw, gusting at sonic speeds, and cuts you like a knife. It is time for a little Merry Christmas.
Basilur is a new brand to me…you’ve heard me wax poetic about our local Tuesday Morning store; that’s where this box just kind of jumped into my arms. And I’m so glad it did…a gentle, pastry-like concoction of black tea, lemon, honey, ginger, and vanilla. A Christmas cookie in a cup. Let the celebrations begin.
To quote Scripture out of context, “O wretched man that I am! who shall deliver me from the body of this death?” Day 5 of a not-flu-but-not-fun virus that has left me a pleghmy, coughing shell of my former self. OK, I’m exaggerating a little. But mark my words, there will be no need for Kleenex in Heaven :)
All those theatrics are to explain why my tea drinking standards have lowered considerably—anything as long as it’s HOT. I’ve done blackberry/elderberry with honey.
Decaf black with honey and lemon. Green lemon with lemon. Sleepytime Vanilla.
Elderberry with turmeric and cinnamon. All temporarily comforting, but just won’t melt the goo. I think I’m about to resort to household lye.
Y’all stay healthy.
Missouri has snow. In November. Not unheard of, but certainly unusual! About an inch since this morning—the kind that sticks to vegetation but pretty much melts off the street.
With such dire weather predictions coming, we have hustled in our mint plants that are still somewhat viable, as well as a planter of lemongrass that grew surprisingly huge in a very short time. I had already harvested and dried one bundle; snipped it up and tried it steeped for the first time yesterday. Oh, my! Smooth lemony goodness with a lot more body than I had expected from a straight-up tisane.
I have some dried lemongrass (it’s rather old, mind you) from our health food place and the quality improvement with the fresher dried grass is exponential. Glad I rescued what was left so I can harvest and dry more!
Stillness. I had forgotten what it was like. :) But I’ve been blessed with a sunny fall Sunday morning with no commitments—had to travel 600 miles for that to happen! Wind outside the window has picked up a little and is blowing bright yellow leaves around like a ticker tape parade just for my benefit.
Next to me is what is now an empty cup, previously filled with this surprisingly excellent tea—another of our Tuesday Morning outlet surprises. Husband grabbed it because he loves all things tangerine and expected tart black tea. He didn’t get it. Tangerine, definitely, but it’s softened with vanilla so that the end result is more like a scone with citrus zest. My only regret is that I didn’t bring more.