More than three years ago, I pimped out this blog to Adagio Teas in their quest for tea-keyword supremacy, in exchange for some free tea.
Precedent thus set, I see no reason to not accommodate Golden Moon Tea in its similar request. To wit:
Oolong Tea, from Golden Moon Tea
That’s the link Golden Moon’s Partner (whatever that is) Jon Stout asked that I paste hereabouts, in exchange for some sample product from his joint. (”Stout”? As in, “I’m a little teapot, short and”? Must be a brand-reinforcing codename…) I’m guessing the online tea-retailer jockeying for high Google ranking continues unabated, and that freebies are far cheaper than AdWord rates. So be it.
Anyway, mission accomplished. Per Stout’s email, I should be receiving a sampler set shipment of Golden Moon’s Coconut Pouchong, Orchid Temple Oolong, Imperial Formosa Oolong and Sugar Caramel Oolong varieties. Although I prefer the full-caffeinated black tealeaf, I can do oolong; in fact, by coincidence I just picked up a box of Bigelow’s Chinese Oolong for the first time in ages. I’m betting Golden Moon’s versions will blow Bigelow’s out of the water.
Actually, I wonder if I should get greedy and request one of Golden Moon’s regular samplers, with the fancy brew-in-mug cup/infuser. Heck, I just dropped more than the requested amount of linkage back to them, didn’t I? We’ll see.
Category: Food, Internet
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What makes the New Yorker’s movie review of Sex and the City worth reading through to the very end:
All the film lacks is a subtitle: “The Lying, the Bitch, and the Wardrobe.”
Thanks to this pun-forged connection with The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe, I fully expect to see a parody of the “Lazy Sunday/Chronic-What?-les of Narnia” tribute video short hit the Youtubes, any day now. Especially considering all the bank that SATC hauled in this past weekend.
And no, I didn’t go see Carrie, Miranda, Samantha and Charlotte make their big-screen splash, as the testicles hanging between my legs prevented me from making it to the nearest theater. I’ll have to rely on the pithy review to inform me.
Category: Movies, Pop Culture
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Next month, the getting-trendy Fort Greene neighborhood in Brooklyn will be the site of the third-annual Great Hot Dog Cookoff.
To which I may or may not go. I had had it mentally calendared as taking place in June, instead of the actual July 12th date, so I crossed it off early. But now that it’s more than a month away, we’ll see.
What would tempt me mightily to attend: A lineup of weirdo frankfurter creations, more worthy of curious observation than digestion. Not that any of these dishes are sure to appear, but if I had my druthers, I’d love to see this lineup:
- The deep-fried nightmare of The Hamdog
- The high-falutin’ yet fundamentally cheesy Baked Brie Dog
- And finally, the splayed wonder that is the Octodog
The above ordering is, of course, Gold-Silver-Bronze. No taste-testing required.
Category: Food, New Yorkin'
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