A few months ago, I finally had to deal with a bitter truth: After a life of carefree enjoyment, my 40-year-old intestine had rebelled against dairy and an alternative was extremely necessary. So began the trial and error of the milk substitute products. It turns out that I hate most options, but unsweetened almond milk is acceptable (if you are interested, I do not recommend or recommend the almond-coconut combination). So, found a solution – perfect, right? Yes, except for one detail: I do not like almond milk in coffee, and morning caffeine is not negotiable.
Enter the Matcha Latte. I know, I know: Matcha is the last year (or even 201
The Beginning of My Matcha Love Affair
First, Matcha is so damn pretty. I do not take pictures of my food, mostly because I'm too busy eating it, but if I did, I'm confident that there's a ridiculous amount of green tea in my social media. This beautiful light green hue brings me in a way that does not make coffee. It occurred to me this morning that I probably would not love it that much when I put it on my shirt for the first time – a bright green spot even more noticeable than a dull brown one – but until then I'm going to be it enjoy the Macaron-like vivacity.
Speaking of aliveness – wow! I do not know if it's psychosomatic, but my energy on Matcha is just right. I am energized all day, but not nervous. Granted, that's partly because of my habit of nursing my amused drink until about 3:00 pm, but still. I teach teens. Anything that gives me the strength to deal with them for seven and a half hours is still legal and does not leave me at shakes. That must be good.
Teenagers do not only populate my workplace there, but also at home with me. He drinks my coffee, which I can not fault because he starts school before awakening, and he's towering over me at height, killing the argument "you're going to hamper your growth." Despite his affinity for very sweet coffee, he does not have anything for my matcha. It's mine, all mine, mwah ha ha ha. That means when I buy it, I know it's still in the closet – unless I've used it myself.
Matcha Do It
Yes, I discovered Matcha through Peet (which inevitably led to the demotion, to Starbucks) and then I stepped back quickly and protectively. I could either get my Matcha fix in a pretty paper cup from a groomed barista, or I could consider sending my kids to college. Both would not be possible, especially if the almond milk came in the table. But a $ 10 bag of matcha powder and a $ 7 battery foamer thing later on, my homemade version is both inexpensive and taste-equivalent. I also found out the hard way that I needed a small amount of honey there as well. Unsweetened Matcha is a hard waking up.
Even with my love doctorate, the temptation to be a matcha drinker is strong. It has so many impressive health benefits: There are antioxidants, carcinogens and anti-plaque drugs to prevent heart disease. It can support liver function, increase energy, without the coffee-related crash – I could not imagine – and boost fat metabolism. I almost feel like my morning drink negates my other, less virtuous habits, as if I'm staying up late and eating chips. I drink my good-for-me drink and think I'm taking a step towards Best Self (whatever that is).
It Must Play Cool
It's because of Yerba Mate Guy. A few years ago, I had a class with an unbearably overbearing guy who had this elaborate set-up for his Yerba colleague, and he went through the whole routine at each meeting ostentatiously. The mere mention of a bamboo whisk to prepare my matcha reminded me of Mr. D-Bag, and I thought, I can not be that person . Despite puristic contempt, however, it turns out that I can cope well with nothing but my cup, the above-mentioned Schäumer-thing and my personal feelings of self-satisfied self-righteousness.
I have not given up all the coffee – I It's not the person taking their own matcha for brunch, and I like a cup when I eat something sweet. Now, to my surprise, I am a morning matcha drinker. Better late than never.