Sometimes I take moments out of my day to appreciate little things that exist at the same moment in time as me. For example, one day I might look at a new building in construction and feel lucky I’m getting to witness it being built. Or, I may sit to play some video games and feel lucky that at present they feel so vast and imaginative. There’s one thing that I dare say, I appreciate way too much and perhaps way too intensely. That’s matcha.
M a t c h a.
The word itself rolls off the tongue beautifully. This fine green powder suspended in liquid pleases my taste buds like nothing else does. It is earthy, delicate, intricate — its velvety layers pull me in from the first sip of that sweet microfoam, all the way down to its rich core.
I’ve prepared matchas for over half a decade. My friends and family know my matcha slaps — I usually don’t brag, but about my matcha? I tell you, it absolutely SLAPS.
Sometimes I pause after the first sip, close my eyes with ecstasy, and thank the universe for allowing me to exist in a reality where matcha is a thing.
