Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Pictured below is Michel Tran, owner of Powderface
With only one other Powderface in existence, I should not feel bad about not hearing about them. All I know is that there were no traditional espresso houses in my neighborhood, and still I was rolling around, hoping I could find a good espresso without having to wheel my chair over the freeway, and give my money to a specific big-name corporate coffee house...
On a stretch of Story Road, near Lucretia, there is a small strip of stores that is just big enough to block from my sight the mega monstrosity that is Wal-Mart. From the back I noticed va banner saying this establishment sells coffee. Be still my heart. An oasis in the desert.
The place is called Powderface. Until I entered the store did I start to comprehend what the name was about.
First, I had to ask what is a beignet
At around $3.50 for three pieces, I ordered a side of plain beignets . The beignet is a treat out of Louisiana, and I did not know what to expect... I looked, however at their wall which is covered with picture after picture of people eating beignet. One thing is true, with the mound of confectioners sugar on the plate, you almost feel wasteful if it did not get all over the place.
With my cafe con panna (espresso with unsweetened whipped cream) the beignet was delightful. With these hot, empty pockets of pastry, I was scooping up powdered sugar with a sense of guilt gnawing at me. I then was able to relax, and read my book, while waiting for the caffeine levels in my blood to stabilize
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Friday, February 4, 2011
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
On te second of February in Punxsutawney, Pennsylvania, as many as 40, 000 people have gathered, and may gather again to see if the venerable groundhog Punxsutawney Phil will see his shadow. As Groundhog Day tradition holds, Phil will rise from his slumber an will whisper to the master of ceremonies whether or not he has seen his shadow. If he fails to see his shadow this is a predictor of an early spring.
This is an ironic celebration in a time when scientists worldwide are discussing climate change. It is a fun holiday, but today I wonder if people would want to hold, cherish, whatever cold they can find. But I write this from California, where people complain if temperatures drop below fifty degrees Fahrenheit in the daytime. Aside from short trips to the snow as a child I really have no comprehension of cold weather.
When mornings are cool in my hometown of San Jose, my father calls out "Come on June!" I am able to feel a little less delicate when I think of my times chatting on the Internet. One friend from the tropics spied me on webcam wearing a t-shirt under my regular shirt. She looked at me and asked "Is it Cooold over there?"
Astronomically speaking, this whole discussion seems silly. In the tropics, it is always hot. Here, in the Silicon Valley, we experience some mild changes we call the four seasons. In my life I have never traveled north of 42 degrees latitude. There, it seems, are greater extremes than I will ever know here. Near the coast, we have a buffer that moderates our cxoldest and warmest weather. (almost sounds like I am pitching for my upcoming career change asd a travel agent)
If climate change continues, will Phil continue his life as a weather consultant? Will our people north of the 42 degree parallel continue to long for an early Spring? Well, today is still a day for celebration. Groundhog Day the movie, will continue to be impossible to rent on February 2 on Netflix, and I will never fail to live in awe of my fellow Californians as they rise from their beds, race to their thermostat, waking up on yet another "cold morning."
Note: there are mountain dwelling Californians, who experrience plenty of snow every year. My notes refer to people like me that live in the valley, and note with amazement that there was frost on the lawn last night...
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