Sipdown no. 20 of 2020. I intend to get to 21 to break the 20 curse.
I put the last of this into the fridge as a cold brew.
I think I was getting to this point last summer, but I think it is time for me to acknowledge that I don’t love pu-er.
I really like the idea of it, and I know that a lot of people consider it to be the only tea worth drinking. But it is hard for me to fit into my lifestyle.
I have been off of work since the Monday before Christmas. I’m having a full two weeks off during a pandemic. And I still seem to be running from thing to thing.
I run from exercise to meditation to cleaning out the kitchen cabinets, to cooking dinner, to… whatever is next. Even when I am trying to practice mindfulness, I mostly have to bring myself back from thinking about, in the immortal words of President Bartlet on West Wing, what’s next?
I feel like doing justice to puer takes more time and patience than I have. In looking at the samples I have left to sip down, I’m daunted by the puer ones and when I’ll have time to do them justice.
I might as well accept it. The tea I enjoy most is the tea I don’t need to spend a lot of time making. There. I said it.