07 Feb 17
20:40 hrs
I have something to tell you, Dear Readers, I have become a closet drinker. Not alcohol of course. I drink that out in the open.
It's tea. That's right! Tea. I don't know why. But, very once in a while I have started to enjoy a cup of tea with my Better Half. Not ordinary tea. No Lipton pre-bagged Red Rose and none of that Peppermint Camomile de-caffinated stuff either. Its a man's tea. Dark and strong and heady. You should check it out for yourself. Find yourself a good tea shop. One with a thousand large cans lining the shelves. With scales for weighing and little bags for your purchases. (Since your in BC it could be your local head shop.) Look for Russian Caravan and something called Lobsang Rampa - I think that's what it's called. Have the proprietor dig out a scoop and have yourself a deep sniff. I'll tell you this. Chef Blaine, at the Wayward Inn, is looking at grinding some of it up as a dry rub seasoning on pork chops.
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