It’s not that my coffee is tasteless; it’s just that it’s the last thing I’m focusing on when I’m trying to get everyone out in one piece, in a short window of time. (There’s no need for it to be so short, I know. But, you know, spring fever. And it gets dark late. And I hate waking up tired, sleeping children, and honestly, we’re eight months into the school year and that extra-early alarm clock that worked in October is now crying for attention.) So in all of the rush, the last thing I’m focusing on is the taste of my coffee.
Last week, my early-riser nine-year-old made a coffee for me before I came downstairs, which was truly heartwarming. And you know how kids are, they watch to make sure you’re enjoying the food they made with their own blood, sweat, and tears, which I was, diligently, until she asked me if the coffee was good. I had no answer.
It’s okay that the taste of my morning coffee slides to the bottom of the totem pole; it’s one less thing to get distracted by. But I don’t carry that sentiment with me throughout the rest of my day. These long days are made for a healthy focus, which is not a contradiction to delicious. So savor, don’t rush.
CHANIE NAYMAN
Food Editor, Family Table
This recipe, which is originally from the Spice and Spirit cookbook (reprinted with permission), with slight adaptations, is high and fluffy, sweet but not too sweet, and super easy.
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