Steeped in Tannins
Easily distracted, I have the tendency to get so caught up in something that I will quite literally forget I had been in the middle of something else. This happened to me the other day while I was making a cup of tea. I placed the tea ball in my mug, noted the time so I would know when to take it out, and then I made the mistake of starting the next section of my class on the Margaret River area of Australia. Completely enthralled by this wine region and daydreaming about its Cabernets and Chardonnays, it was forty minutes later that I realized I had not taken a single sip of my tea. Not only had I not taken a single sip, I had completely and totally forgotten to take the tea ball out. I hastily removed it, took a drink, and was greeted with a mouthful of overly tannic, almost flavorless liquid. Annoyed with myself, but also grateful it hadn’t been one of my special Scottish teas, I got to thinking a...