Monday, January 11, 2010
Yorkshire Gold, I Salute You.
Because you help me greet each day with a kick and a smile. Because your rich, malty taste fortifies me for both frigid winter mornings and humid summer dawns, and because a splash of milk only deepens your malty richness. Because you emerge from both the flowering fields of Assam and the edenic highlands of East Africa, and because you are blended on the bracing Yorkshire moors, and because I can find you at both Fairway and Wegman's. Because I've carried you in baggies over the Alps, and driven you across the United States, and stored you in emergency stashes in every single one of my apartments. Because you are world harmony in a tea cup. Yorkshire Gold, I salute you!