Hi.
Coffee: Honduras, Cooperativa Raos. Tastes caramelized this morning.
It’s supposed to snow. I know, I know, it’s almost Spring. Whenever it snows I think about an old woman who lived down the street from my parents’ house. I played with her grandson and got to know her well. She was white, he was mixed, she told me a few months before she died that watching him grow up had made her rethink a long life of Southern prejudice. Her house is the home of a black woman now.
Anyway, Ms. McBane made us snow cream whenever it snowed. It wasn’t as sweet as ice cream but it tasted better.
Currently Reading:
Interpreter of Maladies, Jhumpa Lahiri
“Aristotle maintained that women have fewer teeth than men; although he was twice married, it never occurred to him to verify this statement by examining his wives’ mouths.” – Bertrand Russell
Livesay Writing 