After two months of being put off, we got the call that our new refrigerator is due to arrive tomorrow! In preparation, we’ve been eating bizarre combinations of fridge food (anybody want the last of the baby gherkins with some edible cookie dough?) and have dismantled my corner-counter tea station to avoid a delivery guy calamity.
So quick and easy bagged tea is the order of the day, and in keeping with the eat-up-the-leftovers theme, I brought out one of my last couple bags of this Mighty Leaf variety, which looks like it’s being eased out of the Mighty Leaf lineup.
It’s a pleasant green tea base; it’s sending me sencha vibes even though I can’t confirm that from ingredient lists. Lemon is accounted for; cherry, not as much—more of an acceptable but artificial unspecified fruity background. Not bad, but probably not one to hunt down again.
I have a precious new picture for my new fridge, too—one of my Sunday girls, a sixth grade emerging artist, did a sketch of Uncle Iroh from Avatar surrounded by some his wisest words, including this pearl: “I know you’re not supposed to cry over spilled tea, but it’s just so sad!”