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What I meant to talk about on Saturday was tea.
My coffee consumption has dwindled to a few lonely, slightly soggy grounds (I think I last had a cup on Thursday), and my tea ball is working over-time. ngaio was kind enough to buy me a ‘sampler’ of lose-leaf teas which Evis and I have been testing over the past few weeks. I have a table on my computer at work, wherein I have commented on the teas, and given them marks out of ten. The marks range from eight to two (it tasted like broad beans...) When it’s complete, I shall of course be posting it up here.
The fantastic news is that I’ve found a tea which scores an amazing, big, fat ten out of ten. It’s called Arctic Fire, and I picked it up in London. It’s almost sweet and floral, like Turkish Delight, but then it weighs in with a heavy kick of mint.
There’s only two problems:
I need an air-tight jar to keep it in, as it’s very quickly losing it’s bite;
I can’t find anywhere in the UK to buy it on-line! The shop sealed the packets with stickers giving their street address and telephone number, so when I come back from Scotland I’m going to give them a call and ask if they can post me some.
I’ve got another two teas from the London shop as well: One is a violet tea which Allegra brought and doesn’t really like; and the other is one called Chinese Hookah. I’ve not tried the Hookah yet--I’m using up the Arctic Fire before it becomes tasteless, and have kept the Hookah sealed against degeneration. The violet tea tastes like Palmer Violets, which can’t be a bad thing. It’s a sweet tea that’s like eating a Mars Bar--a bit fun and indulgent.
Peppermint tea is quickly replacing coffee as my writing drink. This is very significant. It’s like changing operating systems. I replaced smoking with coffee, and now I’m replacing coffee with peppermint tea. I love mint teas. I’ve even brought my own mint plant--called Bertie--so I can make fresh mint tea. Only problem is that the slugs seem to quite like mint, too.
My coffee consumption has dwindled to a few lonely, slightly soggy grounds (I think I last had a cup on Thursday), and my tea ball is working over-time. ngaio was kind enough to buy me a ‘sampler’ of lose-leaf teas which Evis and I have been testing over the past few weeks. I have a table on my computer at work, wherein I have commented on the teas, and given them marks out of ten. The marks range from eight to two (it tasted like broad beans...) When it’s complete, I shall of course be posting it up here.
The fantastic news is that I’ve found a tea which scores an amazing, big, fat ten out of ten. It’s called Arctic Fire, and I picked it up in London. It’s almost sweet and floral, like Turkish Delight, but then it weighs in with a heavy kick of mint.
There’s only two problems:
I need an air-tight jar to keep it in, as it’s very quickly losing it’s bite;
I can’t find anywhere in the UK to buy it on-line! The shop sealed the packets with stickers giving their street address and telephone number, so when I come back from Scotland I’m going to give them a call and ask if they can post me some.
I’ve got another two teas from the London shop as well: One is a violet tea which Allegra brought and doesn’t really like; and the other is one called Chinese Hookah. I’ve not tried the Hookah yet--I’m using up the Arctic Fire before it becomes tasteless, and have kept the Hookah sealed against degeneration. The violet tea tastes like Palmer Violets, which can’t be a bad thing. It’s a sweet tea that’s like eating a Mars Bar--a bit fun and indulgent.
Peppermint tea is quickly replacing coffee as my writing drink. This is very significant. It’s like changing operating systems. I replaced smoking with coffee, and now I’m replacing coffee with peppermint tea. I love mint teas. I’ve even brought my own mint plant--called Bertie--so I can make fresh mint tea. Only problem is that the slugs seem to quite like mint, too.
2 comments:
Slugs also like beer in buried jam jars. I'm sure you can work it out for yourself - assuming Bertie is in the garden and not a pot plant.
We were trying to be kind to them, and picking them off the veg by hand. They've crossed a line now. We're going to set beer traps for them tonight--the gloves are coming off.
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