no room for cream

Lately I've been fighting off the end-of-winter blahs by drinking an inordinate amount of coffee. I paid attention, too, trying to discern the hints, the overtones and the smack-you-in-the-face flavors that tickled my palate. For example, someone at Stumptown IDed a lemon hard candy (as opposed to lemon rind, peel, zest, candied balm or blossom) in an Ethiopian Mordecofe Sidamo.

Of course I like these games...playing with words, coaxing new levels of perception from an overstimulated mind/body. In order to really go there with coffee, I've slowly weaned myself from cream, which I liked to add to French press brew, my favorite method of delivery. Now a splash of cream seems like a decadent dessert, one that coats my mouth with richness but masks any little spikes of acidity or earthiness. So, cream sometimes.

I've been a big fan of Stumptown ever since I moved to Portland, and won't soon forget my first cup of coffee at the Belmont location. I couldn't believe I was having the experience for a mere $1 (prices have gone up since then). Therefore, I was delighted to interview owner Duane Sorenson for a piece in the March issue of Best Life magazine. He's hit the big time this year with a new location in NYC, which I plan to visit when I'm in the city next month.

sausage making

I first met nutrition advocate Nancy Becker at a round table of dietitians, nutrition advocates and politicians rallying for a new, statewide menu labeling bill. They talked about calorie counts at Subway and praised Multnomah County's new food labeling law. What struck me about the meeting had less to do with the actual debate (opponents call menu labeling intrusive big government while proponents take the access-to-information route) than the mechanics of law making.

Since moving to Oregon, I've had few chances to report on the state's legislative process, but writing about Nancy Becker for the spring issue of Edible Portland magazine launched me back into the world of policy making. Becker's story reminded me just how long it can take to turn an idea into a law: decades, at times. Still, there's room for all of us in the process. But don't get involved without taking some of my mother's advice: Patience is a virtue.