Throwing the baby out with the Rooibos

Tracy and I were accosted (in a friendly manner) by a Rooibos hamper toting shorty in the shops the other day. 'Do you drink Rooibos?' she asked. Joshua looked at her and puked - at 11 weeks this is normal and in no way meant to insult. She took a step back and pulled out a long slender pamphlet. She thrust it at Tracey - much like a sword (to fend off the infant perhaps) and said 'Just take this.' Turned and disappeared into a pile of ankle length socks.

It seems you can do amazing things with Rooibos - tenderise meat; substitute for milk in almost any recipe (yay Rooiboskos for 'Milk Tart', hmm?); food for pot plants; to soothe itchy skin and to dye material. Just about anything it seems. As she ran from us, the shorty cried 'You can wash him in Rooibos too!' I wander if she hoped we'd wash off the sick before the next rep bumped into us. I said to Tracey 'You'd need a pretty small baby to make one teabag go the distance.' She said 'Yes, or a couple of bags and a very big tea pot.'