A Home Cook's Journal of Tastes & Morsels
Matcha, matcha, matcha. Somewhere, in the space between primary colors. Honeyed hot water and ground green tea whisked with bamboo. Wrists flicking, we move with an M or a W. Crackles as the warm liquid pours over. A lid, and another lid. Shake. Green speckles on white. A storyline, splashed here and there. Unplanned polka…
I have found that most decisions meet the qualifications for one of two classifications: easy, or difficult. There really isn’t an in-between. For example, if you come to a standstill wondering whether or not to wear your favorite socks today, the answer is probably a quick, fluid, resounding, “Yes!” Now, big, important life changes, on…
