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Of late, convenience trumps elegance, so I have been swigging away at bagged teas. Found this Darjeeling at my sister’s house when we were cleaning (more on that in a minute). I’ve had Darjeelings that are so dry they shrivel your tongue, which is why they don’t get much airplay at my house. This one doesn’t fit that pattern. It’s got that fruity grape peel thing happening, but it’s round instead of sharp and squiggly. (I’ll let you figure that analogy out yourselves :) Incidentally, Choice does a great bagged kukicha as well.

Sister’s house. I mentioned elsewhere that she passed away very suddenly and unexpectedly last month. It’s been a hard loss; it has taken a while to even want to handle the words aloud. However, my brother pointed out that her piano had been recently played and the hymnbook was open to “I Know Whom I Have Believed.” She did, and I do, so all will be well. I brought home a carload of her recipe boxes (priceless), exquisitely appliqued quilts (even more so), her Pillsbury Doughboy t-shirt, and several boxes of tea to sip in her honor.