But every time I had one of these little flaky babies, it was delicious—cold, warm, with lots of sprinkles, with hardly any, on a plate with knife and fork, out of my hand when walking down the street—all amazing.
And the discovery I’ve made about coffee is that I like a really short one, shorter than any of these behemoths that Starbucks sells. And I like the combo of espresso and milk, with one hit of sugar. Sublime. I’ve ordered a little electric machine to see what I can replicate here at home. I don’t think it is possible to replicate the napolitan, but that doesn’t mean I might not try.