When I lived overseas, I noticed that cafés served tiny cups of coffee that would barely qualify as kid-size in the U.S. At first, it was a bit infuriating- where’s my half-gallon latte? But then I realized that, duh, just like super-size fries and giant plates of pasta at Cheesecake Factory, we overestimate portion size in America. So I became accustomed to having a tiny, strongly flavored drink in the afternoon, around 3 or 4 p.m. Continue reading “Coffee with almond-coconut cream & cardamom”
What is it about the allure of coffee shops, and their ability to make people like me spend most of my food budget on espresso and almond milk? I don’t think twice about spending four dollars on an iced mocha, but I refuse to spend ten dollars on dinner.
I see a cafe and I think, there must be some reason I need to go in- caffeine…wifi…an escape from an errand I don’t want to run. My habit could also have something to do with paying for real estate at the shop- I buy a drink in exchange for a few hours of workspace outside of the office.
Anyway, it’s getting out of control, so I need to figure out a way to make coffee drinks so good at home that I’m not tempted by the smiling white and green mermaid. Continue reading “Hemp and honey latte”