1990 Tasting Notes
Husband picked me up this tasty little treat when the weather was beastly hot a few weeks ago, so my experience with the first half of the box was all chilled (wonderfully fruity and sweet).
Weather’s shifted a little bit and we’re getting a illicitly luscious sneak of fall-ish temperatures, so I just had my first hot cup. Still wonderfully fruity and sweet, almost cotton candy scented. Very little grassy green in the background, which isn’t a downside for me. Perfect for a late summer feet-up.
Love me my good Assams, so this one piqued my curiosity. Has a very light texture and flavor, but it does have a hint of good ol’ Assam malty breadiness at the end of each sip. Tried it for breakfast and it doesn’t have the eye-opening strength required for my 7 a.m. cuppa, but it will make a very tasty afternooner.
Taught properly, a week of VBS with 4th graders should wear you out—you take part in the wet sponge wars, goalie the crazy-rules soccer games, dispense Band-Aids like candy and learn all the song motions. You could’ve poured what was left of me into a teaspoon after Family Night on Friday. A happy teaspoon, but ohhhhhhhhhh, my aching everything…
Couple that with a 100 degree heat spell and I just needed simple tea all week. COLD simple tea. This wasn’t bad. I wasn’t brave enough to fridge steep it—green teas always go bitter on me when I do—but I made a pot, chilled it, and wet my weary whistle. Smooth. The lemon is complementary, rather than overpowering. Must make more.
Since my first taste of this some years back, my opinion went from “meh” to “hey, this is pretty good” to a near meltdown when I couldn’t find it at Big Lots any more. Recent jackpot! at a Tuesday Morning store. (Danger, Will Robinson. Hide your wallet when you go in. There is always something that you don’t need that you need there.)
I get bananas about fruit tea this time of year, the more so as the temperature rises—it’s 99 outside and going to be the coolest day of the workweek. So a jug of this cooling in the fridge was just what was needed when I got home, footsore and ears ringing from a day of playing with kids (VBS week at church—my little pod of twelve has the personality of six dozen, coupled with music class choreography that could tangle the feet of a “Dancing With the Stars” contestant. It’s gonna be a ride!)
The best part is the subtle cherry that doesn’t have that artificial cough-syrup whang. Even one bag combined with a couple of plain Red Rose teabags in a mason jar makes its presence pleasantly known.
Ever drive to Wichita? Don’t bother, we took care of it for you. Hot, flat, and highly unexciting…which is why hubby pulled into a World Market on the way out of town so it would at least feel like we had a little whimsy on the trip.
And there this was. It had me at strawberry and the rubber duck on the box. I didn’t even look at the ingredient list, which includes a couple of my unfavorites—hibiscus and licorice.
But you know what? They are barely noticeable in this luscious and remarkably strawberry little surprise. I don’t do alcohol, so I can’t tell you if the daiquiri part of it is flavor-accurate, but this is pleasant and strong on the strawberry. (Most of you know how much I love good strawberry tea.)
Have had one cup hot, one cup chilled. Just right both times. A little sugar and it would taste like Kool-Aid for grownups. Perfect on a triple-digit, fry-yer-eyeballs week.
Soggy, soggy Fourth in Missouri. Fingers crossed that the monsoon will continue through the evening. As posted elsewhere, my apologies to the fireworks lovers, but I have to work tomorrow.
Actually got a little chilled…spent a bit of time at the farm with my dad and sister; he’s 87 with mild dementia, can’t hear a lick; you have to condense your communication to five word sentences and YELL EVERYTHING. Twice. And then drove home in a toad-strangler, threw a windshield wiper blade, got soaked running into a Walmart to buy a replacement so we could see our way home.
So a little warm gentleness was in order to soothe body and soul. Watching a parent fade away isn’t easy. This did the trick. Nice cherry-to-green ratio if you watch your water temperature. The cherry isn’t fake-syrupy. I think I could use another cup.
As the weather warms, I start trending toward flavored teas for breakfast; aka “drink up all the scraps.” I had forgotten how much I liked this. Puerh and dried strawberries with chocolate—has almost a chocolate milkshake feel to it. Down to one cup’s worth of leaf now…which means I shall hoard it for months because I don’t want to let it go!
Well, we’ve hit “anything as long as it’s cold” season. I didn’t have a full tumbler’s worth of any one thing in the fridge for my Mowing Mug, so I dumped in half a pint of chilled Barry’s black tea, and half a pint of St. Dalfour’s Black Cherry in together.
Did the trick washing the dirt and sweet clover out of my throat…and then I noticed the enterprising younglings on the street corner (1st grader, 3rd grader) selling Black Cherry Kool-Ade. The Marketing Specialist had even written her prices on a markerboard and was twirling the sign like a Little Caesar’s pizza guy. So I gave up my quarter, and asked her to dash a little into my tumbler with the tea leavings that were still cool. By that time, the blend was so adulterated, it reminded me of monkey spit, but ya just gotta support your local beverage vendor.
Drink options should improve shortly. I have a jar of Red Rose with several sprigs of chocolate mint bathing in it for midafternooners.
I posted elsewhere that now that I’m a farmer (aka helping elderly father with farm paperwork and writing checks for fertilizer) I bought me a Pierce City FFA t-shirt (Future Farmers of America) at a garage sale so I am appropriately dressed when I look at the fields. Usually I look at the field and say, “Yep, that’s wheat.” That’s cause I’m an expert, y’know.
So I needed some tea to drink while I was in farm mode. Mason jar sun tea with three Barry’s tea bags, almost strong enough to strip paint, with three tablespoons of Pappy’s Sassafrass tea concentrate. Chilled extra-cold. Perfect for a humid early summer afternoon.