The fact that I giggle at the tea lump and think of elephant dung every time I open the packet probably means I’m not mature enough to drink this!
Shaved off what I thought looked like 3 cups’ worth this morning and gave it a cautious 2 1/2 minute steep. It does not taste the spare part of an elephant. Sweet and a little earthy. Pretty pleasant. I’ll give it two trunks up.
Somebody asked me once when I became a tea junkie; I think it dates back to college when I needed caffeine for a 7 a.m. class but chose not to do coffee. My favorite teapot is a medium-sized Brown Betty given to me by my Mema; the painted flowers are chipping off, but the size and feel is perfect. I rejoice when I get a morning to brew a pot of loose tea starting with a kettle; not a bag and a hot pot.
Southwest Missouri
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