familiarity - by jaron - the way home

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Mind the wording there. Not a latte — just straight powder and some hot water. Now before you think I’m about to wax poetic about my ten step matcha routine, I’d like to clarify this isn’t any of that artisanal, frou-frou, whisk into a delicately-glazed-and-fired Japanese wabi-sabi bowl froth. This is Costco, baby. This is that 4 pm bleary-eyed grocery trip, terribly-average, recipe-calls-for-half-a-teaspoon-but-instead-I-put-four-teaspoons-oh-and-I-microwaved-it-in-a-mug bitterness. I take a sip and recoil. Almost unpalatable. But it gets the job done. Admittedly the rest of my tastes often reflect these hastily-made beverages: hopelessly basic, just good enough. I like campy anime and League of Legends streamers and low top black-and-white Converse All Stars and I rotate between the same three pairs of jeans for far greater a period than I should. Spend enough time with me and you’ll start to notice a pattern — if I truly like something, I will never get tired of it. Give me the #16

familiarity jaron Jan 03, 2024 5 Share Neon Genesis Evangelion (1995) I like a bold, homemade matcha tea. Mind the wording there. Not a latte — just straight powder and some hot water. Now before you think I’m about to wax poetic about my ten step matcha routine, I’d like to clarify this isn’t any of that artisanal, frou-frou, whisk into a delicately-glazed-and-fired Japanese wabi-sabi bowl froth. This is Costco, baby. This is that 4 pm bleary-eyed grocery trip, terribly-average, recipe-calls-for-half-a-teaspoon-but-instead-I-put-four-teaspoons-oh-and-I-microwaved-it-in-a-mug bitterness. I tak

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