My supply of Allegro Tropical Blend tea was beginning to get low, and Libby contacted the company to order a new five-pound bag of it. Terrible news! They no longer market that blend. My world went into a tailspin!
I usually brew two pitchers of it over the weekends and enjoy the goodness (unsweetened, of course) throughout both days. On every trip to Roundrock I have a tall glass of it beside me in the truck for the drive down and a container of it in my pack for the rest of the day. I’ve tried other varieties and blends of tea, and while many have been good hot, none has made the transition, nay, the transcendence, to iced well. Little did I realize that the incessant gray clouds of recent months were actually a portent of my beverage doom.
The good people at Allegro told Libby that while they no longer deal in that perfect blend, the man who mixed it for them was still doing so, and perhaps she could try buying it directly from him. They gave her a phone number and a name and wished her luck.
Libby made the call, got a recording, called again, received a voice mail back, sent an email, and eventually sent a check to an address in New Mexico. We crossed our fingers. And waited.
Then one day a strange box appeared on our front porch. Within was what you see above: more than a year’s worth of liquid goodness. The mystery man in New Mexico had delivered. And not only that, but, for less than the cost of the tea when we bought it from Allegro, we received about twice the amount.
So life is good again, and I’m already looking forward to the weekend when I will brew another pitcher of it. Stop by if you’re in the neighborhood.
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