By Laura E. Alvarez
What came over me? Spontaneous peanut butter cookie making? I’m trying to be that person. I might not be my mom who ALWAYS had homemade cookies in the cookie jar, but I can randomly blow everyone’s minds with a surprise baking spree. Last night I made waffles at 8:30 pm FOR NO REASON. Straight to teenage boys’ hearts. Cups from Tortoise. Spoons from Tokyo Shop. Plates from La Paloma Market.
Cazbah Cafe beautifulness. Just exquisite. The same people work there from 14 years ago. That’s saying something. I want ALL the clothes they sell there. That place was made for me.
Shout out to home chef, Cynthia Agustin for the above feast that was so over the top I’m still in a warm bath of gratefulness. “Do you want vanilla ice cream on your hot, homemade peach pie.” I’m fainting from happiness.
This makes our life rich. A friend that was moving to New Zealand was remarking that his family’s new life would mean more time for “coffee cookie”, and that this was a standard by which one could evaluate one’s quality of life. “Coffee Cookie” was something we invented when the boys were just babies. We wanted to carry on with our bohemian artist lifestyle after the kids were born. So we took them to art shows, they hung out for music recordings and painting sessions, and they did “coffee cookie”. Just throw the word “cookie” in there and a four year old is happy to accompany you to a cappuccino, sketch, and conversation outing.
In Japan you have tea ceremonies, in México you have “la merienda”, and in England they used to ask us if our kettle was broke if we didn’t offer tea in the first five minutes. It’s all about slowing down, by ourselves or with others. Yes, give yourself a present, here we come again. Just be. Well, don’t just be. Be and drink your tea or pretty coffee. And you know, don’t just be and drink your tea or pretty coffee and nibble on your spirulina churro. Take a picture before you eat it all. Post it or tweet it or instagram it, show it off some other way or just save it on your phone so later you can look at it and think, “Oh yeah, that was so nice. Let’s do it again… RIGHT NOW.”
Cafe Dulce blog bomb… AGAIN. Love you, Cafe Dulce. Sorry to not dedicate a whole blog post to you… yet.
Love you, Ikea… for your cheap little frother that makes my life so fancy at home – even with almond milk!