I'm sitting in our living room sipping my attempt at Indian coffee reflecting continuing to reflect on my excursion to India. I brought back Indian coffee, a filter, and authentic coffee cups (small and stainless steel) in an attempt to be able to replicate one of the best cups of coffee I've ever had. So far I've been mildly successful. I made some for Miriam on Saturday morning that took a couple tries but managed to turn out pretty good. This morning's cup I would place at a 6 on the 1-10 Indian coffee attempt scale. In attempting to make Indian coffee I've realized how impossible it is to replicate the exact moments and experiences you've had in the past, no matter how hard you try. Making Indian coffee in my kitchen will never be the same as drinking Indian coffee at a roadside stand in the middle of nowhere India or in a 3500 year old city, it just won't be. But that's okay. I want that experience to continue to hold a special place in my memory and I fear that if I was super good at making Indian coffee and could magically conjure up a roadside stand to drink it in whenever I wanted then it wouldn't hold that special place anymore.
So that's my random reflection for the morning. Quite different than the bullet point account of what we did on the trip I wrote yesterday!
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