From a teaswap with Mastress Alita. Thanks!
Way up in northern California on a late May morning. Fumble around for the zipper in your tent, still dusted in frost at daybreak. Emerge from your cave and get a good stretch in. Wander over to the smoldering campfire. A good stoke gets it going enough to boil a pot of water. Wash up away from the group, naked and vulnerable to the curious black bear whose nighttime haunt includes the campsite. Dry off in the continually warming rays of the sun, whisps of steam snaking off your body. Chew on a few pine needles to freshen the breath. Throw on a thick warm sweater, an old pair of Carhartts and work boots. Brew several cups of this tea with the water now simmering and fill up the thermos. Grab a tart orange, an old Hershey’s bar and a hunk of crumbly wheat bread on your way out. Come back hours later in the late afternoon, exhausted, with a paper grocery bag full of king boletes. Brush the dirt off the mushrooms and cut them in half, inspecting for bugs. Slice up those fat mushroom beauties and pan fry them on the fire in a cast iron skillet until they’re slightly crispy and leathery, finishing them with a touch of salt and a good cracking of black pepper. Relax on the ground, sitting against a log and chat about the day’s bounty with fellow hunters. You can all agree it has been a successful day.
Flavors: Baked Bread, Black Pepper, Campfire, Citrus, Cocoa, Leather, Mineral, Mushrooms, Pine, Smooth, Wood
