Despite living a huff 'n a puff 5-minute walk uphill from the nearest grocery store, being out of fresh milk and bread makes it feel like I'm stranded in the Kalahari. Which predicament brings me to today's puzzle: how to make a decent mid-morning capuccino when the only "milk" in the house is the dreadful rice milk her ladyship splashes on her Cheerios every morning.
I can't go any further without linking to Lewis Black's rabid rant about milk.
Strangely, Lewis Black failed to mention rice milk, which looks and tastes like dirty water. Needless to say, minus the stuff that makes real milk so good, rice milk sits like a nasty film on top of the espresso, daring you to sip it. With each swirl of the cup, the layer of non-foam disappears until it's just the nasty non-milk taste that's left to tarnish an otherwise excellent cup made with freshly-ground Blue Bottle coffee.
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