I’m having this tea because…the long tentacles always reminded me of black spider legs.
Disclaimer: there will be some spider content in this note.
When I woke up this morning, I saw something staring at me above on the ceiling. It was black and the size of a dollar coin. In my world, this is what I call a big fat one.
So as much as spiders scare me, I can’t hate them cause they are useful and I admire them for their complexity. I think they are beautifully terrifying . And since my inner Buddha refuses to kill stuff, here I am standing on the mattress, Mason jar in one hand, trying to maintain my balance while stretching and reaching as high as I can… It’s not going to work…I mean, I’m 5"6, I’m no basketball player.
So I go quickly in the basement to get the stepladder. When I get back…it’s gone. It’s freakin’ gone people. Where did it go? How will I ever be able to sleep in that room again I ask? It’s going to crawl on me at night, it thinks I tried to kill it. Oh, Karma!
So anyways, that’s why I thought of having my spider tea this morning. That, and because it’s gorgeous and scrumptious.
It smells like waffles, tastes like baked bread, honey, raisins and sweet potato.
It’s also a little boozy and fruity, with a tang of cinnamon in the background.
You can’t mess up this tea…it takes the abuse very well. I oversteep it just like I do with Premium Taiwanese Assam.
So good, no wonder it’s in my pantheon of best black teas ever.
Now back to spider hunt!
Good Morning!!!