A few months ago, a friend of mine sent me a package containing Puerh, a type of Chinese tea favored by connoisseurs. It came in a standard United States Post Office box and there was no way in hell that I was going to open it by myself. You see, Ptfan1 is what I would call a frenemy here in the blogosphere. I made some disparaging remarks about his girlfriend Sarah Palin. That’s akin to me going to a KKK rally and asking “Where are the white women at?” So if I was going to meet my demise, It was going to be in the company of others.
The chance to open the tea finally occurred on June 28th when the band of Tallahassee renegades finally got together for a pow wow. How relieved I was when Anarchist opened the package and there was no explosion. Now, I thought that what i was getting would be some tea leaves as pictured above wrapped in some aluminun foil. However, the tea came in the form of a brick in a nice wooden box with either a glass or plastic sliding cover. Fortunately, Fakename and I were invited to Anarchist’s house and he took complete control over everything. This included brewing the Puerh.
Now, when I say that the Puerh came in the form of a brick I was not kidding. Think cinder block. While Anarchist was putting the finishing touches on our meal, Fakename and I had to run to Home Depot and purchase a chain saw just to cut that shit. While we dined on roasted pork and sweet potato’s with a Mediterranean salad, Anarchist went into the kitchen to brew the tea. Before he brought us the foaming Addams family brew, he asked if we’d like any sugar in it. I requested two lumps and Fakename requested one.
Before I finish the rest of my story I have to say that during dinner Anarchist showed us an autographed copy of Farrah Fawcett nude on some beach that I wish I had the pleasure to be on. All I can remember is commenting on what beautiful handwriting Farrah had. I mean she actually signed it to Anarchist. One day I am sure he will sell it on E-Bay.
So the fateful moment finally arrived. To drink or not to drink. Well I made it up in my mind that I was not going to go out like a pussy. I was going to sample the brew that was boiling over like hydrochloric acid mixed with mint julep. Damn that Kentucky Derby. Surprise! It wasn’t that bad. I am sure that if I can get Anarchist to tell me how he brewed it I will drink it again. Ptfan1 was right. It is an aquired taste. With a few modifications, I am sure I can learn to like this stuff. Who needs Vodka when you can have Puerh?