For Berta's birthday on Friday night we went out to this Southwestern fast food place called Desert Moon. The food was slightly better than mediocre, but that could have been because we were expecting Mexican and got Southwest.
But I had this cup of iced currant black tea, and I haven't been able to think of much anything else since then. It has been invading my thoughts every few minutes or so since Friday. I've been trying to scheme ways to get out of the house just to go over to Exton to get another cup of that iced tea. So I ordered about $35 of tea supplies from a web site yesterday morning that should allow me to make my own currant-flavored black tea. I don't remember the last time I was so obsessed about something.