What should a moment be? If a moment had a voice, it would, be this fragment of time that stops you right in mid-action. It would cause you to emotionally have a snapshot of the feeling right then and there. Then, it would cause you to catalog it by image and/or words. I suppose this is why our generation and ones before us became so fascinated with both forms of expression.
The first known photograph is considered to be a surviving photograph made in a camera, by Joseph Nicéphore Niépce in 1826 or 1827. It is an image of the view that is seen from a window at Niépce’s estate, Le Gras, in the Burgundy region of France. How fitting it is that the image itself is a view into something else, into a moment that is happening or about to happen.
I’m enamored with how the happenings of our lives exist in these frames, frames that we get to shape and give story and context to. Currently, we are in the season of autumn, a time period where warming spices, canned fruits and herbaceous plants make their ways into our daily drinks, making our sacred ritual that much more colorful and fulfilling. Such was flavors that give comfort and the Fig Rosemary Latte was all of this, in one ceramic cup.
I could taste the fig upfront, its light notes waving pass my nose like the wind of a feather, then the warmth of almond milk, like multiple thread count pillows, fluffing my insides to the point of comfort. It was smooth, creamy and subtle in the places I needed it to be, not overpowering with its existence, not attempting to be too strong at what it was already great at being – a well-crafted drink appropriate to the commonalities of its natural parts.
If you’re looking for something familiar, with a view into the pleasures of a ripening fall, this is it.
Drink with the song Astrovan, Mt. Joy.