On Foam

Something immense has occured. Before last week, the idea of any sort of caffinated beverage that had been whipped, frothed, or lathered I found entirely unappealing and even mockable. Now however, I must admit I am total caffine hippocrite and have become addicted to drinking a cappuccino between four and nine at night. The sensation of foam and milky coffee is perfect after the school day, when you want something to sooth and lift, but not jack your heartrate like the morning.
On caffine and coffeeshops: It's a sad fact that they now are symbols of hipness and bygone romanticism, instead of remaining in their rightful place in history as places to drink, talk, learn and study. Pop culture distorts traditions into cliques. People have been meeting in coffeehouses for as long as trade routes between east and west have been open. During the spice trade, Turks and Ottomans brought the tradition of communal coffee drinking to Europe, where it was initially viewed as unhealthy and even sinful to indulge in caffine. Soon though, men began to gather around the coffeepot to talk and read and often discuss the unhappy political affairs of the day. In this way, many of the worlds revolutions were born out of coffeeshops, to say nothing of the art and literature movements propagated there.
Nowadays your more likely to come across some indie kid updating his facebook page than the next Robespierre, but I like to think that in my cappucchino there are some vestiges of intellectual revolt. The closer reality however, is just sitting in a cafe late on a school night, drinking a cappuccino and getting lost in some overstuffed chair.

Beginnings

Hello all!

Well after such a long hiatus from the other blog, I decided to start from scratch in hopes of motivating myself to post more. So here it is! No Beef with Goats, a Life in Caramelized Onions, which is as good a mantra as any.

Pictures are in the works, though I will need the help of any camera-handy friends or family to aid me, as I am sorely lacking any photographic prowess. Any takers? 

Just to start things off I leave with you with this quote from one of my favorite books, Insatiable by Gael Greene, a fantastic memoir and palate exciter: "I lived to eat and ate to love and loved to delicious excess." What more is there to take from life?

photo credit: frances cannon