what better way to make up for the virtuousness of a morning of yoga than to sit down to a cup of tea… and an ice cream sundae. no matter that it was a morning so chilly that the brisk fifteen minute walk between house and yoga class was time enough for the skin on my face to break out in cold-induced welts. a morning so nippy that my brain function slowed, and it was only halfway up the street when i remembered that i had forgotten to pack my camera.
so hurrah for saffron at writing on a paper napkin, for being the documentarian that she is, for it was she that sat waiting for me at passionflower yesterday lunchtime, and she who whipped out the camera when the ice creams arrived at the table. to make up for forsaking it the last time around, i had the rather unfortunately named “black and white seduction” — a tall glass of black sticky rice [edit: indeed, as saffron points out in her comment, it was actually black sesame ice cream, rich and nutty like a hilton sister] ice cream, coconut ice cream, black grass jelly and evaporated milk, which you can see left-most in saffron’s photographs. if i didn’t feel so bad about saying the name out loud, i would have it again without hesitation.
saffron has been leaving friendly comments here for ages, and it was pleasing to finally meet the lovely lass in person. there are real people on the internet! and they will bring you cupcakes!
