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.
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