Matcha
I've never had or made one before, but I wanted to try.
I have a weird bias against tea for no reason other than I didn't grow up drinking it. On the other hand, Bobby loves all kinds of tea, including matcha. One of the reasons I got so deep into latte art is because of my desire to throw a coffee shop party at my house (it's where we pretend we're a cafe, except everything's free for our friends and family). I thought about my friends who don't really like coffee, but like tea. I need to have something on the menu for them.
Enter matcha. Armed with some high quality matcha powder and a whisking set, I made my first matcha latte for Bobby. Coincidentally, it was also St. Patrick's Day.
I take every opportunity to drink out of this gorgeous vessel by Ginny Sims. It brings so much joy.
The whisking part was surprisingly tough on my arms. Once I saw the promising froth, I steamed some milk and poured. I served it nervously to Bobby who responded with, "Perfect. Right on the money." Hell yeah. I took a sip as well and I actually quite liked it. Maybe I'll start drinking matcha.