Well I got home and boiled up the first of the seven bags that I’d been given. The smell! It was GHASTLY!!!! I just can’t describe it; the all-pervading smell was of something really bitter, and it spread through the whole house. I had to open the back door to let some of it out and let some fresh air in.
I strained off the liquid and let it cool. It was dark brown. When they were mostly dry I disposed of the herb remains by putting them back into the bag and then straight into the dustbin; I don’t think that they’d have been compostable as I’d cooked them and was afraid that they’d turn the compost acidic.
There was no putting off the evil moment any longer. I had to drink the stuff! I hoped that it would taste better than it smelled. Here goes …….
Uuurrgghh. I have to say that if it’s true that if medicine tastes bad it must be good for you, then this had to be the elixir of life, and I truly hoped that it would work. I drained the glass down to the choking dregs and swiftly followed it with some plain water. Then I set about opening windows in order to get rid of more of the smell before R came home.
Surely it just had to be worth it? I hoped so – not only had I put my faith, hope and trust in it, I was going to have to do this every day without fail for the next five months.