Oh Courtney, oh Courtney, what a monster you have created. If I didn’t still have other matcha to try, I’d be on red leaf’s site right now placing an order for this.
I used this matcha as an opportunity to test out the magic bullet (you know, of the food processing variety, just to be clear) Mr. keychange got me for Christmas. What a handy and powerful little machine it is! Anyway, I used about 8 oz of milk, one matcha scoop of matcha, and set to work. When all was done, I had that familiar hesitation: what if I didn’t like it? what if it tasted like grass and everyone loved matcha except me and my underdeveloped palate? I turned to Mr. Keychange, resolver of many things.
“Here,” I encouraged, thrusting the glass towards him, “why don’t you take the first sip?”
“No way! First of all it smells like that nasty banana medicine from when we were kids, and secondly, this is your deal, not mine.”
“Please? Just let me know if it tastes weird.” I begged.
But he wouldn’t budge. So, and not without a wee bit of trepidation, I took my first sip.
Creamy banana milk. No grass to be found anywhere. No vegetation. No vegetables or foliage or underbrush. Just wonderful banana milk. Courtney is off soaking up the son at the moment, but I do wish I knew what the flavouring level of the matcha is, because hooooly shit it’s amazing.