Ben's brother, James, is seriously lacking good coffee these days. And that inspired me to seriously contemplate coffee. One musn't take an abundant supply of outstanding coffee beans on every street corner for granted, mind.
You've noticed by now that coffee is a serious thematic thread in this little space of the world. And you have entirely me to blame for it. Ben doesn't even care for it (and yet we somehow make this marriage work).
I've said this before, and I'll say it again: I drink coffee every single morning of every single day. And yet, it is such a pleasure.
Sure, functional. Without it, I'd be bereft of personality, charm or kindness before noon. But much more than that - that first sip is such a miracle, so mind tingling, such perfection.
And if you don't like coffee, you have no idea what I'm talking about. I'm not even talking to you.
I'm talking to the true devotees.
You know who you are.
(Please wish James good luck in his quest for good coffee.)
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I realise that I'm not even being talked to but I have this fear that seriously good coffee could be seriously bad for one. If someone could dispassionately and coherently address this fear I'd be interested. But I also cannot believe that at the root of your morning charm is a roasted coffee bean. Surely you are much too nice for that?
You'd last til noon? Wow - good effort!
Dispassionately, Father, the juice of the bean is a veritable elixir of health. Witness: on an everage day I have a splitting headache by 10am and am an absolute misery to be with UNLESS I've had a couple of lattes PDQ after getting up. Subjective, I'll admit, but QED anyway.
I am glad that some members of the (extended) family have fully functioning taste buds. For those not alraedy in the know, Andy can track a good source of cappucino ANYWHERE. We have our own small electric roaster and a commercial espresso machine and separate grinder. he roasts 250g once a week. We generally drink organically grown arabica from the highland areas of Papua although we also have some very good stuff from Australia and have just been brought a bag of green beans from one of the other growing regions in Indonesia (can't remember which at this stage.) Our retirement plans include a boutique coffee importing and roasting business. I can also whisk up a wicked iced coffee with shaved ice and a fresh shot
I'm Anna's "roasted coffee bean". Barbi, come in Barbi - is that really Barbi? Last time I heard from you I got a food processor.
As one of the medical representatives in the family I feel compelled to point out to James that his splitting headache on a coffe-less day is a symptom of withdrawal, which any psychiatrist will tell you is a symptom of adiction... and nothing to do with any magical health properties of the cocoa bean. Still, the more you lot get addicted to the muddy stuff the more tea there is for me! So I'm not complaining...
displaying the medical practitioner's gift for the literal (apologies Al) ... Ros, I suspect in a rational universe you might be right. We all know this isn't one of those :)
We buy bags of green beans all the time here. The local custom is to boil or steam them. Roasting sounds like a fancy term for burning.
This coffee seems to run out of steam. Can we warm it up in the micro?
How about a cuppa English Breakfast?
Now that's worth discussing. An English breakfast in a breakfast cup is a very English idea, and goes to the heart of an English Oke (and Ash). Picture 2 runny eggs, 3 fatty rashers of bacon, lashings of baked beans, thick slices of black pud, a grilled tomato sliced horizontally and lots of mushrooms - all cuddled together in a cup. No wonder we won the war against the Cannaanites. And a big cup of milky tea on the side, left to cool until it has a thick vulcanised skin. I forgot the porker sausage. Add that. Put it all together and you have the start of a pretty windy English day.
Sounds like the perfect way to start a Christmas holiday - glad you're cooking.
Coffee again? Maybe James and Anna should start a seperate blog for family and friends who actually like to drink coffee and they can have nice little chats about latte this and espresso that while the rest of us can get back to reading stories about monkies and gorillas.
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