We’ve longed pined for Ceylon grade orange pekoe, packed in wooden boxes for wool shearers. It seems the New Zealanders were long onto something, as savouring each sip was a nostalgic path back to the days when brews were strong, sheilas stout, and loose leaf de rigueur. Bugger tea strainers: at church socials the ladies merely turned the pot three times and Bob’s your uncle.
So we were delighted when expat Jenny Lodge sourced a 2 kg/5 lb box for us, sending a care package to Cambodia, so to speak. But bloody Hell, the Sinhalese no longer pack in wood, now in cardboard, and the result is this parcel we received today. Morrison looks like a non-seasonal Santa with plastic pouch in tow, and we’re still sieving to extract the styrofoam popcorn bits. A great thought that counts… heaps.