When this first arrived in the kitchen, I transferred the bags to a small tin…tonight I had to brush dust off the tin, so that tells you how often it is accessed.
However, this seems to be the week to trot out neglected things and give them a little love.
Other reviews tend to lean toward “where’s the maple?” and after three years, I echo their opinion. The maple was a little easier to ferret out when the bags were fresh. However, the ginger heat has always been pleasant on a raw evening or a dubious stomach, and that’s still the case.
