|Chamomile before it becomes an herbal remedy (or not).|
“Je n’ai fait celle-ci plus longue parceque je n’ai pas eu le loisir de la faire plus courte,” Blaise Pascal.
(“I make this letter longer than usual, because I lack the time to make it short.”) Please transfer, “blog post” for letter within this famous phrase.
Ultimate translation: I’m about to tell you a story which may or may not interest you, has some value-added, which you may or may not know, stays on a French theme, more or less, and I’ll try to relate the episode in as few words as possible.
It’s Saturday and you’re probably busy.
Today after rubbing my right eye — it was itching like crazy, what was I supposed to do? — it swelled up and left me with a tiny slit between upper and lower lash lines.
My friend Elise arrived chez nous, gave a discreet scream and said, “Where is your chamomile tea? We need it right this second.”
I went to the cupboard and found the Médiflor pictured above. I noticed the first important word beneath the brand name started with a “C” — calmante. (I thought it said chamomile in my frenzy.)
She brewed it up, believing she had no reason not to have confidence in my comprehension of the French language, and made several compresses which we alternated on my red, itching swollen eye until it magically returned to normal.
The point of this story you may be wondering? I’ll tell you. The herbal tea (tisane) we used, which is supposed to be a natural calmante when ingested (but isn’t really) contains: valérian, passiflore, aubépine, tilleul, mélisse officinale and bigaradier — and not one leaf of chamomile.
But it worked. That’s today’s value-added.