Sunday, April 1, 2012
I can’t get over yesterday’s latte art. I’d be pretty grumpy too if my life is as short as the time it takes for a ridiculous woman to take 50 photos of me.

I can’t get over yesterday’s latte art. I’d be pretty grumpy too if my life is as short as the time it takes for a ridiculous woman to take 50 photos of me.

Saturday, November 5, 2011

I’m an inconsistent coffee drinker. For several months in a year, I’ll be really good about getting fresh single origin, locally roasted coffee beans from a hipster-staffed cafe until I get lazy or break my French press. I then revert to instant coffee (I don’t own a coffee maker) and begin taking milk with my coffee again, or switch to green tea if I’m feeling a bit sanctimonious.

Freeze-dried coffee granules offer instant gratification, but not unlike molecular gastronomy, they convey an impression, the what-must-have-been of the original. The Japanese instant drip coffee in the pictures are, however, a superior but pricey alternative. A single Drip On packet take maybe one minute to prepare instead of the three seconds it takes to dissolve instant coffee granules, but it actually tastes like real, not-half-bad coffee.