[On the menu today – Matcha green tea]
On a summer day of two-thousand and five, I remember driving on those small roads in between Biot and Valbonne. With something old, something new, something borrowed and something blue*.
I remember the tiny black metal box. Mariage Frère.
I remember the even smaller packet of green powder.
On a spring day of two-thousand and eleven, I have matcha ice-cream in my freezer. Of the homemade kind. With lots of full-fat milk and cream, just so.
So what should I make? And perhaps, most importantly, what is your favourite green tea recipe?
* Old, the seemingly supportive boyfriend; new, being a blogger; borrowed, a Leica camera; and blue, a top.