Recently, my wife and I settled in for an evening marathon of Barry with six cartons of tea bags, two pairs of scissors and a bowl. Without streaming, we wouldn't have enjoyed those hours cutting open the bags and tipping the contents into airtight jars nearly as much.
I should probably begin at the beginning.
This is officially a green household, although God forbid we should ever be audited by the Environment Police. Case in point: tea bags. If ever, you might think, there was something that fit the green mould, surely it is these familiar and friendly beverages