The feisty Melbourne lass @joiedetea describe both her and myself as “hardened and shameless” tea drinkers.
The minute I saw that phrase, I felt compelled to write for Beasts of Brewdom. So here we are.
The subject of today’s blog is about exactly how much size matters.
If it’s too small, you miss out on a great deal of satisfaction.
If it’s too large, there’s a heavy price to pay.
Yes, like Goldilocks ordering some Keemun Mao Feng from the Three Bears Tea Company, you want to get it just right.
In the civilised world, where we long ago gave up on things like “pounds” and “ounces” along with cave wall painting and mammoth-wool cardigans, there is a standard ‘postable’ tea size of 100grams, and another of 250grams. Sometimes 50g or 500g come up, but they are a little unusual.
Is 100grams big enough?
I’ve had samples of 20grams where I’ve nursed each gram, re-steeped as often as possible, and they’ve lasted a week. I’ve had 100gram bags gone in a day. I’ve still got tea from 100g bags I bought in 2010. I’ve got a kilo of Wild Cherry Rooibos I’ve had for years, but that’s another story.
Soon, I hope to sell a lot more tea on-line.
What is the right size?
I just don’t know.
And please don’t tell me it doesn’t matter.
Found an article in the paper and this seemed like the ideal place to share it. As a cautionary tale, I assure you.
In order to hide the murder, a Pakistani woman dismembered and then cooked her husband’s body parts in order to hide the evidence. He’d allegedly been making advances on her 17-year-old daughter (from another marriage) and when she’d had enough, she killed him.
Well, she drugged his tea of course. What else?
So, what’re we to learn from this? Firstly, do not try to have relations with your step-daughter(s). Unless you’re Woody Allen and she was adopted, anyway. Then it’s ok. Sort of. Actually, it’s not really ok, but Mia Farrow didn’t have the right tea for drugging and then dismembering him.
If you ladies want to discuss the right tea for drugging your horndog of a man, you’ll have to start your own lady tea blog. We’re not going to cook our own proverbial goose. Not here anyway.
Back to the moral of this story. If you gents are, for whatever reason, participating in clandestine activities with members of your family that may or may not be related to you by blood, just don’t drink any tea you’re offered. To stay on the safe side.
You’ve been warned.
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