Food, Friends, Random Thoughts

Make your own tea blend

Blue Mango Blend

My friend's personalized tea blend for me

My friend, Carmela, and I finally exchanged Christmas gifts. (It’s late, I know.) One of my favorite items was a tea blend she customized especially for me She even wrote up a description for it!:

This mango-inspired tea is blended with two different mango teas, mango green tea and mango melange herbal tea, and a third complementary tea, white tropics white tea. The mango green tea is the base of this blend, lending a creamy texture, juicy sweetness, and delicate floral aromatics. The mango melange herbal tea with its fresh mango and apple pieces and hibiscus flowers adds a sweet and tangy flavor to the blend. The white tropics white tea rounds out this fruity floral blend by adding natural pineapple and coconut flavor and rose petals.

This is my favorite part:

The Blue Mango Blend was inspired by my good friend who loves mangoes. I decided to create a special tea blend for her as a gift.

It’s nice-tasting tea blend. Since most of the blend is white tea, the flavors are quite subtle. During my two (separate) steepings, I was able to taste the apple-y sweetness and the floral taste of the hibiscus. Unfortunately, the mango taste didn’t come through for me. But, then again, I’m not an expert tea taster. I’m thinking of steeping it for longer the next time, hoping that more of the mango flavor will come out. If you’re interested in trying it, you can buy it here.

I’m not sure when I turned into a loose leaf tea fan, but it went full-blown when my ex-friend bought me a glass teapot with infuser. I started going to tea rooms in the city and near Carmela’s work. Coffee never appealed me like it does to everyone else (blah blah mocha frap blah blah Starbucks!). I’m just not a fond of the taste. However, I love the different varieties of tea offered, especially herbal teas, which are pretty much dried fruit infusions. Those are my favorite :!: and I typically lean towards tart & sweet fruits, like strawberries, passionfruits, blueberries, mangoes, etc.

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Friends, Random Thoughts, Shopping

Magic Argan oil?

So, I’m not a makeup person at all. I put on moisturizer with SPF, BB cream, lip balm or lip gloss, and I’m out the door.

But, whenever I pass by Sephora at the mall, I usually stop in. It’s like a playground for me. I get to try on different makeups, perfumes, lip glosses, nail polishes, etc. At the end of another productive “playtime” at Sephora, I came upon Argan oil.

Moroccan women's cooperative

Moroccan women's cooperative - Wikipedia.org

I’d never heard of it, but the description on its supposed benefits had me curious. My friend tells me that it’s an oil from nuts that can only grow in Morocco. She said Moroccan women use the oil for their hair, skin, etc., and it’s shown to have hydrating and antiaging properties. Also, part of the profits of the sale of argan oil goes to a women’s collective responsible for making all the oil sold.

According to the placard in the store, the oil can be used as a skin treatment, a moisturizer, a cuticle softener, and for treating split ends. I massaged some in my hair while my friend put some on her hands. It added some sheen in my hair—not a gross she-hasn’t-washed-her-hair-so-it’s-oily shine, but an ooh-look-at-her-healthy-hair shine—and added some softness when I ran my hand through it. My friend noticed that the oil absorbed into her hands quickly and it didn’t leave any oil residue on her palms.

Now, I’m not saying it’s some kind of miracle oil, just merely stating our first impressions. I was definitely impressed with what it could do. It was $50 :!: for a 1.7 oz (about 50 ml) bottle! Pretty steep price for a little bottle. I’ll have to find a better value from a less designer brand.

Has anyone else used argan oil? Any thoughts on it? I’d like to know how well it works in the long-term before committing to buying it.

 

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Friends

A matchmaker you’re not

2 hearts on stones

My friend, Kel, loves matchmaking. He’s not particularly good at it, nor has he had any successful pairings. But, he never lets that deter him.

In the 4 years I’ve known him, he’s tried to pair me with 5 guys:

  • John, who regularly parked next to me at my old job
  • Mark, who I looked up to like an older brother
  • Ray, who Kel thought “had a thing for Asian girls”
  • Tim, who somehow always ended up sitting near me during lunches
  • James, who’s probably gay

He’d always make up all these situations that he wanted me to recreate. Situations that he thought would somehow make us fall in love, like in the movies. As you can tell, he has a very active imagination. Of course, I’d play along and help him concoct these elaborate setups, but eventually he realized I’d never really put them into practice. I’m pretty sure one of them had us fighting zombies :!: and somehow ending up dancing in a Coke commercial. Like I said, active imagination… and not rooted in this reality

Well, he eventually gave up on the guys since I was clearly not attracted to any of them. The only one I admitted to finding attractive was James, the gay one, but I figured he was a safe choice since nothing would ever happen. He agrees, but for some reason, he’s still holding on to this one…

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Random Thoughts

Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me?

Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me?

I don’t think it should be socially acceptable for people to say they are “bad with names.” No one is bad with names. That is not a real thing. Not knowing people’s names isn’t a neurological condition; it’s a choice. You choose not to make learning people’s names a priority. It’s like saying, “Hey, a disclaimer about me: I’m rude.”

After being utterly disappointed by I Was Told There’d Be Cake, which lured me in because of its food-related title (how dare you?!), I swore off personal essays/memoirs for awhile. That is, until I saw Mindy Kaling promote her book on The Daily Show with Jon Stewart. Now, I don’t know anything about Mindy except that she’s in the American remake of The Office, which I don’t watch. Nevertheless, I thought she was likeable, so I promptly borrowed her book from the library.

I was not disappointed. Reading the book made me smile. A lot. She’s relatable. And, even when you can’t relate, you get her. She talks to you like a friend, an equal. She embraces her weirdness and lets you in on her insecurities. She’s a real person and I felt like I would like her if I ever met her. And, that she’d make me smile & laugh the whole time.

The lady who authored I Was Told There’d Be Cake, Sloane Crosley, seemed arrogant. Like I’m not cool enough because I don’t casually snort cocaine or whatever. Like I could never relate to her because she grew up in an upper middle class family in Unimportant Town, New York. Like I’m not unique enough because I don’t collect toy horses that remind me of ex-boyfriends. I get it, lady, you’re awesome and super cool. *cue eye roll*

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