Last week, on my way to visit the Eiteljorg Museum,
I stopped for a snack at Cafe Patachou.
It had been years since I had had coconut cake and,
along with a mocha latte, I savored the smooth
creaminess of the icing with the flaky coconut.
And what of the textures of the latte?
Well, there was a grittiness to the cocoa flavor
that was beautifully set off by the foamy bubbles
of the froth. Yes, it was therapy which
I balanced that evening by having a salad for dinner,
equally good in its own way, but not nearly
as therapeutic.
equally good in its own way, but not nearly
as therapeutic.
