Category: Ephemera

I will not eat oysters. They’re alive when you eat them. I want my food dead—not sick, not wounded—dead.

— Woody Allen

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Pu-erh, first cup

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We have, here in Boulder, an excellent tea shop, shelves full of just about anything other than coffee that you’d want to steep in a pot of hot water. They have several varieties of Pu-erh tea. This is the kind that comes in large, Frisbee-shaped cakes, compressed that way to stand the rigors of traveling … Continue reading Pu-erh, first cup