A new shipment arrived! And I don’t just mean books. While this lovely new stack of reading friends is exciting, the little fluff ball beside it makes my heart just about swell to pop. I’m proud to introduce to my tea party, the dashing Mr. Gilbert. He’s a nine-week-old Coton puppy I brought home from Chicago. Please excuse my fur-mama gushing, but I think he’s positively delicious. I’m thrilled to have this new addition to my family. In honor of my wonderful friend Courtney and her equally scrumptious fur-babe Landon, I’m reading Maine today. The book is just about as big as Gilly, which furthers my argument to friends and family that books, pets and babies are all “children” to me. I’m excited to jump into this new adventure and get to know the characters. I’ve never been to Maine but hear dreamy tales from everyone who has. I’m sure the book will capture that spirit and more. I think Gilly approves too.
Today, I have a cup of Trader Joe’s Irish Breakfast. There were no less than two fully stocked, glorious TJ’s in Chicago. The closest one to me in El Paso is in Albuquerque, four hours away. So needless to say, when I find a Trader Joe’s, I stockpile. If anyone comes to visit and they happen to hail from a Trader Joe’s location, I ask him/her to act as carrier mule. I have no shame about this. In my mind, it’s like finding a lost soul in the desert and giving them a bottle of life-saving water. Actually, it’s exactly like that. El Paso being in the Chihuahua Desert. Only my ‘water’ isn’t water, but all things Trader Joe’s. I could go on and on about the products I adore from the TJ oasis, but this is a tea party so I’ll focus on the tea. I’ve got a cup of TJ’s Irish Breakfast, which boasts that its tealeaves are the “finest second flush Assam—vacuum-packed for flavor retention” and are blended with “quality high grown Kenyans.” I happen to adore a stout Irish Breakfast. Each brand blend varies slightly in taste. Trader Joe’s is a little mellower than some bolder brews. I think it’s probably the one to cut your teeth on if you haven’t had Irish Breakfast before.
Sarah’s Sipping Summary:
It just so happens that Courtney’s novel follows the Kelleher family. I don’t have to tell you that “Kelleher” is a good, old Irish surname and, indeed, they are Irish-Americans through and through. I swear to you, I did not plan this as I sat down with my Irish Breakfast in hand. I believe kismet has a role in every moment of our lives—from the extraordinary (welcoming in a new member of the family) to the ordinary (sitting down to tea). So I like to imagine Alice Kelleher welcoming me (a half-Irish lady) and Gilbert into her home, pouring out dark cups of tea and introducing all the wonders of Maine.
Cheers, my dears! Sarah