I was insipired this morning by two things:
1) My new espresso maker (and foam maker).
2) The prospect of eating at Riva Fish House in Santa Cruz, CA where I worked as a busboy and host in 1996 and learned to make wicked lattes.
This is the first one I've made since I skipped Santa Cruz to take an (unpaid) internship at CNN. It was as delicious as it looks.
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