We made it through the worst storm season in several years with not even a blip in electrical power; this clear and sunshiny morning, with no earthly-known cause, we went all black two minutes before I had to roll out of bed. Bumbled around getting ready with the aid of camping lights, grabbed an emergency packet of Lord Kensington, and left the house early to get to the work kettle.
I haven’t mentioned this one frequently, but it has become a pantry staple for bleary mornings. The vendor’s description calls it an Assam blend. Its color is a little more orangey-coppery than my favorite straight-up Assams and its flavor is a bit sharper and nippier as well—a feisty Jack Russell terrier skipping alongside the bulldog. I’d try some on ice, but I’m already looking at the bottom of the mug.
Sounds like a good waker-upper!
I’m not sure anything short of a sledgehammer would’ve done it. I’ve been two beats behind all day.