It stands to reason that hot weather cultures would be good at making refreshing cold drinks, but the Vietnamese are real artists. Before my lunch today, I had an iced coffee — a double shot of espresso, which is served in a tall glass of ice with sugar syrup in a little pitcher on the side for sweetening to taste. And with my lunch I had lime juice frothed up with crushed ice and just enough sugar to take the edge off.
Cold and bright this morning, with a skim of fresh ice on the river. The trees are still bare. The terriers got me up at dawn — just before, actually — and I saw a waning crescent moon in a cold blue-black sky. The Canada geese returned yesterday, though, and they were already setting up a racket on the Racquette, so spring must be here. I’m still feeding the goldfinches, but when this barrel of sunflower seed is gone, that’s it for the greedy little buggers. I’ve seen a flock of starlings and a few scattered songbirds the last few days, house finches. It will just be getting really nice when I leave for Vietnam in a month, where it will be full-on hot.