1965 Tasting Notes
Another treat from laurenpressley. This is capital Y Yummy—the almonds and vanilla give the green tea a really nice sweetness. None of these flavors I particularly associate with “holiday,” but all the better for me. It’s going to be enjoyable long after I get the Christmas tree needles vacuumed up this afternoon.
A nice surprise … left the bag in longer than usual while schlepping around getting ready for work, and the resulting brew was dark and fruity tasting—a little currant-y even. Which made me wonder first if I’d actually remembered to wash out my tumbler and I was getting previous-cup residue. Nope.
So the resulting taste treat made up for the “meh” quote on the bag tag this time: Read books. They’re good for us.
Most of my white tea reviews lean heavily to the complaint side. Thanks to laurenpressley, I finally found one to love. The apple-peppercorn thing gives this delicate tea some flavor, and even though it’s nowhere near the ingredient list, I could swear there’s a white chocolate thing happening in the background.
Nice, nice, nice!
My thoughtful and creative gift-giving husband saw to it I had about 3 bulk ounces each of German chamomile, Oregon peppermint, and lavender for experimenting and blending.
So I tried a teaspoonful of the lavender with my old standby Monk’s Blend. May have to work with the proportions a little, but it tones down the grenadine sweetness a little and — well, tastes a little like a purple Crayola. (Not that I ever actually ate one during my formative years.)
But then again, if you’re a sucker for blank paper and a brand new box of pointy crayons….
Anyway, it’s pleasant and purple and I’m feeling decidedly relaxed and Christmas pudding-y.
How times have changed … used to be it was the child that was awake at 4 a.m. on Christmas morning due to the excitement; now it’s the parents awake at 4 a.m. on Christmas morning due to insomnia. So we decided on a lark to leave the teenager in bed and go out to breakfast wherever we could find an open door. I toted my own bag, not knowing where we’d land, and good ol’ Irish Breakfast is a can’t-miss morning guarantee. Cranberry orange pancakes at Denny’s.
One thing that hasn’t changed…the down-on-my-knees sense of awe and blessing that always hits me on Christmas morning, no matter who’s up first: after all, “the Word became flesh and took up residence among us.” May He be in residence with you and your families today.