Backlog from a few nights ago.
My mom and my husband like to joke about how much tea I now have (I went from having a few varieties in January to now having enough to warrant a separate goddamned cupboard. :D). So when my mom said a few nights ago that she wanted some tea in the evening, she made the obligatory “gee, do we have any in the house?” snarky comment we all know and love.
I love my mommy, but I have to admit that when she wants tea, I give her the stuff I’m not as fond of, because I know she’ll still be okay with it. (Actually, I fob off the sub-par tean on family members a lot. Ain’t I a stinker?)
We went with this tea a few nights ago because it was late and because I know that linden tea is something my mom’s okay with.
It wasn’t bad, but you really do have to be careful in steeping this – don’t do it for too long or it becomes a cloying, chamomile-ish mess. Much better to let this just get to pale gold in the liquor and then toss the bag.
