We just got back from Vermont, so while I edit photographs and figure out what to write about here’s a little taste of a luxurious benefit to having no power and thus no espresso machine for days after Irene.
I broke into a special can of matcha I bought a while back and enjoyed the hell out of it every morning, whipping up nice frothy cups which I drank while eating medjool dates, an ideal sweet to accompany the tea. Little cookies are a traditional part of the tea ceremony, but dates are superb, balancing the gentle bitterness of the drink.
It’s sensual yet austere, decadent yet healthy, a calming ritual and a caffeinated bump all at the same time. And, as with all such things, the extra few bucks I spent on this bag made for a big difference in the quality over what I usually get. You may not always get what you pay for, but you never get what you don’t pay for.