I like my tea to be able to stand up and fight like a man, so herbal tea isn't something I drink a lot of. But this sort of science experiment is right up my alley, so I brought the entire package to work so as to share the joy of science with the coworker who cannot get away from me. She has a name, but I think she needs a blog name. Newgirl, what should your blog name be? Grande?
Here's a close up of the guilded lotus (sic). Apparently there is a lotus cartel somewhere in the world. Perhaps the secret society of tea flowers. Maybe this was stolen from the international lotus trade union.
I think they meant gilded lotus. I hate to be a jerk about these things.
Here is Grande humoring me and putting the hottest water we have into the pot. See how excited she is? She's totally humoring me. Remind me to leave her something in my will.
Getting down to business. Or rising to the top. Filling it to the rim with Brim.
It looked ... um ... unappetizing. We persevered and threw it in there as you can see. But I felt a little skeptical this thing was going to flower into the drug cartel lotus of bright shining gold pictured on the package.
Everyone at work getting into the act. We know excitement when we see it.
After a few minutes, it looked like a sea urchin had been reconstituted in the tea pot. But clearly something was happening and it looked like colored hot water.
The end result is that I drank it all. It was pretty much herbal tea: colored hot water with a little flavor to it. If it got into a fight with my sassy, ass-kicking Irish tea imported from Ireland, it would lose. But the Irish don't like to fight, right?
Sassy Irish tea pictured below. When I make this stuff, I never remove the tea bag from the cup. I like 'em strong.
Beautiful World by Colin Hay gave me the blog title today. Thanks, man.
My, my, my it's a beautiful world
I like drinking Irish tea
With a little bit of Lapsang Souchong
I like making my own tea