Definitely a Honey Queen

From bitter matcha to fermented bananas, I use honey to sweeten life

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July 9: She’s done it again asks: Are you a honey, syrup, sugar, sweetener, or something else person? How do you use any of these products, if at all?

The truth is, I don’t like the bitter taste of plain matcha. It is bitter, especially since I drink it without milk, as most people do.

What have I not eaten or drunk for my gut? But let’s move on.

Somehow, I have found another use for the bitterness in a glass of matcha.

I hide behind a glass of plain matcha to avoid being bitter verbally.

Here is a simple trick.

Make your matcha with nothing but water. No milk, no honey, no syrup — nothing. Pour it into a glass with a lid and a hole for a straw. Then walk into a meeting room and quietly set it beside you. Now and then, take a small sip. It will give your tongue something to do, hence saving you from saying things on a whim.

See, I am creative, am I not?

It works, I promise.

But wait… isn’t this matcha abuse?

I had never thought about it that way until now. Where did matcha originate from again? A friend brought me the one I am currently drinking from Japan.

So, to the people of Japan, I apologize for abusing matcha.

Normally, I sweeten it with honey, but one day, when I went home, I made myself a cup and had forgotten the honey back in town. My sister has never been interested in matcha. It is not something she would ever choose for herself. And it’s not common around here; you find it with the likes of me — terrible appetite, bad gut, etc.

But call it curiosity — or greed. Maybe it was simply because it was in a beautiful cup. My sister reached for it. She took one sip and immediately rushed to spit it out, cursing as though I had tricked her into tasting poison.

“Jesus Christ, Sarah, how do you swallow this? It tastes like Artemisia — that plant they use to make malaria medicine.”

“Next time, don’t be greedy,” I laughed.

“Please remind me next time,” she replied. “And put in some syrup. If you drink it like this, you’re going to be bitter the whole day.”

As if it’s my first time. One thing about our last-born is that she has a natural gift for getting under people’s nerves.

“Well,” I told her, “I’m about to become bitter if you keep looking at my matcha with that face.”

The two of them don’t use honey, though — they prefer sugar. The syrup she kept recommending was something I had never tried, and I wasn’t in the mood to experiment.

Okay, let me not lie. If I think something won’t taste good, I simply won’t try it. That’s how terrible I am.

Long story short, Do Capozucca, I am a honey queen. Calling myself a queen just because it makes me feel good, lol. So that’s why I removed person and put queen instead.

I add honey to my matcha. I add it to my hibiscus tea. Lately, I have even been adding it to fermented bananas.

By the way, fermented bananas don’t look particularly appealing. If anything, they look like something that should have been thrown away days ago. But I like the taste. Actually, I think I’m becoming addicted to them.

At first, I forced myself to eat them because I hoped they would help my gut. I dreaded the sight of them every single time. Now, though, if I don’t have fermented bananas, it feels like something is missing from my day. Funny how taste changes how we view things. The things we once dread sometimes become the things we can’t imagine living without.

They taste so good.

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