2918 Tasting Notes
I don’t have any pumpkin blends in my cupboard today, so I will drink this cup that, to me, is the quintessence of fall.
Do you ever have those weeks that are so busy that there is nothing except some of your favorite teas that will do?
This is that week.
New teas require more brain cells than I have.
I love the nostalgia of some old favorite teas. Queen Catherine often causes the song “Good Life” by One Republic to start playing in my head.
Hope you find an oasis of rest or two in this busy week!
In my recent spate of tea ordering I got a huge bag of this, and what a relief it is to have a favorite back in my cupboard!
So after the week of hundred degree temperature, it then turned dramatically colder, and it has been raining buckets for the last two days.
I almost could not see on my way home yesterday, and was carrying a flashlight around, in case the power went out.
A perfect time to drink the first cup of Boston of the season.
Ahh, thats the stuff.
Is it only Wednesday? Ooof.
Monday was a good work day- something I’ve been working towards finally came to pass, so I’m excited.
Tuesday I forgot to add water to my oatmeal and turned it into a charcoal brick, and then the work day also exploded in my face.
Also a friend, who is always where he says he’ll be, missed a schedule call. I had a bit of a panic, worrying something terrible had happened to him, but he was fine, just a scheduling disaster.
Whew. At least Tuesday is over.
So this is an apple cinnamon tea, and so far I’m finding it a bit heavy. Hmm, more tinkering required.
I’m doing my usual September dance, where I drink autumnal teas in an attempt to force the weather to cooperate. That this has never worked before will not stop me.
This is an apple cinnamon tea, emphisis on the cinnamon. I may need to steep this a bit less next time, but I’m looking forward to my next cup of this.
Is anyone else surprisingly sad about the death of Queen Elizabeth? I found myself really knocked off kilter yesterday, feeling grim and sad and a bit disoriented. I lived in England briefly when I was younger, and that was a wonderful experience, so perhaps I feel a kinship to that nation.
But also she was a constant in the universe- water is wet, tea is great, England has a Queen.
Its the end of an era, and I’m never very good with the end of eras.
I’m trying a new tea today, but maybe not in the right frame of mind to review it.
I have very similar feelings, though I never been in the UK.
End of an era for sure, I just read an article that 20th century truly died with Queen death.
It’s somehow weird. We have to get used to it.
I was emotional about it yesterday too, but I couldn’t say why. I don’t have any ties whatsoever to the UK. But I’m also not good with change so maybe that’s a part of it. I’m definitely sad for her family though, maybe part of me is thinking of her more as a grandmother right now than a queen.
I’ve been a fangirl for a very long time; even more so since the Jubilee observances. No point in glossing over her imperfections—she was as human as the rest of us—but there’s something to be said about a woman who could just survive 70 years under the microscope and have the strength of character to be on the job the day before she passed. My breakfast tea in the morning will be in her honor (I have my tin of Partridge’s of London set out and ready).
So yesterday was 115 degrees. (Today is 109, with 112 tomorrow. Ugh.)
We are in a power advisory, so I got home from work, ate my cold dinner, and sat in my house with all the lights off and the air on.
It was 100 degrees at around ten, when I went to sleep. And my house is the worst for holding on to heat. It never dipped below 80 in my house over night.
Which is a long winded way of saying that this cup of tea, while lovely, is making me uncomfortable, and I will be heating exactly nothing up for the rest of the day.
Thank you for listening to the California whining dispatch.