Ever notice that when many of us are ranting and raving, few of us say, “Man, I gotta get me some good Darjeeling?” Not at my house, anyway, and I can’t figure out why. This poor, neglected packet is still half full of light and brisk, juicy, grape-rind goodness that was a much-needed sensory break from the morning builders’ tea rut.
I oversteeped this cup a little and it’s leaning a little toward bitter. My fault, not Margaret’s; and the error is providing just the wake-up kick I need.
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