Ordered a second set of espresso cups and saucers from Le Cresuet, this time in black & white since I really love the feel of these cups and I like getting new ones!
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Ah, yes.
Surface tension, espresso and Le Creuset espresso cups.
A work of art, exquisite to eye and palate both.
Agreed. I love the feel (and look) of them, too.
So, some coffee tales.
I am now in um, a capital, a megapolis, I think some might call it, one that has undergone unprecedented changes these past few decades - in a ridiculously upmarket hotel in the city centre. (Sigh. Bliss).
In a way, it makes up for the genuine regret with which we parted for our staff in the regions.
Our staff - as is my way when working abroad for months at a time - inherited many things, among them a French Press and some Ethiopian coffee and lovely brown sugar.
But, they were - are - lovely.
A measure of just why I write that (and mean it) can be gleaned from the fact that my colleague and I took them (driver and interpreter both) out for dinner last night (and a last, lingering, lunch today), in an excellent local restaurant.
Last night, to my astonishment, they presented us with gifts; old LPs of music had been sought - he is passionate about music - and serenades me with opera most mornings - for my colleague, while they confessed with some sadness that they had scoured every antique shop in this old provincial city for an antique (but working) coffee grinder (without success, alas) having seen me inspect two of them several weeks ago, and set them aside because the grind mechanism had rusted (indeed, a topic on which I had sought advice from my expert mentors on this very thread).
How very kind.
In the event, they came up with other gifts, equally thoughtful and quite lovely.
Yes indeed, they are my favorite and most used cups for my espresso's and I decided on more of a color variety for my wonderful pleasures.
Sounds like a wonderful culmination to the extended trip. Pleasantries exchanged both ways and a good time had by all.
Very true.
I was very touched by the gifts, - they were neither expected nor sought - but even more touched by their sad confession that they had scoured every antique shop looking for a (working) antique coffee grinder for me - (their antique shops apparently do occasionally have such things, but didn't just then while they were out hunting for them).
Anyway, they are a pair of lovely young people, decent, kind, funny and hard working, it was a pleasure and privilege to work with both of them.
We gave them both superlative references, along with our own contact details, should they need them.
Theirs is a tea drinking society, but they accepted the French Press with interest - they had seen us use it to prepare coffee during our interminable planning meetings.
Meanwhile, more meetings are scheduled over the next few days in the capital.
And, to return to the topic at hand - when do you expect to take delivery of the lovely black Le Creuset espresso cups (and matching saucers)?
I'm not sure yet, but I imagine it should be sometime next week. If I recall properly my other order from them took the better part of a week as well. It will give me something to look forward to though.
To be frank, I quite loved this morning's picture of the orange cup and the espresso within. It was warm and inviting. If I were ever a coffee bean with hands and legs, I'd have jumped in for a toasty swim.
Can there be a day of too many espressos? Today just might be one such........
Good luck sleeping!
Mrs AFB has been on a cup purchasing splurge this last week, but all more suited to tea rather than Expresso, and none are made by Le Cresuet or look like toilets!
Unless you're literally bouncing off the walls and ceiling, you've not had too much espresso!
I've just finished my 4th espresso of the day and the last one too. Usually I have 3 per day, but since it was the weekend and the stuff just tastes so damn good, I wanted to have another.
How late would you have your last one before trying to head to bed though?
No, not bouncing off the walls.
Just (even) more than usually precise - and er, crisp - at meetings today.
The sort of crisp and precise that had a few like-minded colleagues tonight seeking me out and murmuring agreement and approval as we had a few beers.
So, I've obtained some green beans from the island of Fogo in Cape Verde, which is an archipelago off the coast of west Africa. These were given to me by a friend who personally traveled there and bought them directly from the farmer.
I'll have to roast these bad boys up soon...
I'll have to roast these bad boys up soon...
How soon is 'soon'?
And what does the term 'bad boys' mean when used in such a context?
It is not one I have ever heard on Our Side Of The Pond, though I have seen it written on the forum here often enough. I have to assume that it means something along the lines of 'these guys', as a sort of short hand for 'these beans' in this particular context.
Hehe, good question re unusual colloquialism I used. Indeed, 'these bad boys' can be equated to 'these beans' in much the same way as 'these guys' can be. The difference is subtle, but it explicitly expresses a high level of enthusiasm for the objects in questions.
As for soon...perhaps later today or tomorrow....
Have you not become immune to caffeine or is it heartburn related issues if coffee is had post six PM?
I experience no heartburn at all from coffee, thankfully. I refrain from espresso after 1800 simply due to the effects of caffeine on my sleep. While I don't notice the kick of caffeine when it hits, I do notice a decreased quality of sleep if I consume it too close to bedtime.
I quickly become accustomed to caffeine. Which may stem from my abuse of coffee and coffee products in my youth. For me, there's something very warm and homely about having a mug of piping hot French press after a big meal on a cold winter's night when the wind is howling and there's a light drizzle. Maybe with a fire going on in the fireplace provided I let the wood I bought from a seller dry out properly.
Let us know how they are.
Ah, thank you for the explanation.
Now, that degree, or level, of nuance - the high degree of enthusiasm for the objects in question - is one that had completely passed me by as the term used ("bad boys' ) and the enthusiasm implied did not appear (my inner Mr Spock offering a whispered prompt) to have any logical connection with one another, and, indeed, this apparent disconnect had puzzled me a little.
Anyway, not a term used This Side Of The Pond at all. In fact, I had never encountered it until I read some entries on this forum.
A funny thing about language, sometimes even your native tongue can trip you up in unfamiliar contexts. I recently watched a Scottish movie that was mercifully subtitled in French. Between the accent and the colloquialisms, I could probably only understand half of what they were speaking...
I remember using a British English phrase when I was young and had just arrived stateside that was somewhat common but quickly going out of fashion. I won't say what I said, but it caused the adult woman I was speaking to go into a shocked daze. I later learned it meant something completely different and incredibly inappropriate in American English. Rather funny when I think back to her expression. The phrase was more appropriate during the 1900s to the mid 1900s, and fell out fashion when other means to do the same exercise arrived.
Oh boy, today is the Atomic Coffee Roasters "French Roast" day in my rotation and it was quite delectable. So delicious in fact, I made one right after the other and already had two cups this morning. Usually, I separate them by a few hours on the weekends, but not this time. Which means that I'll probably have at least 2 more today...
Well, earlier today, in an airport, I had bought two bottles of water for the flight, and ordered an espresso.
I had shouldered my briefcase, small rucksack, paid, picked up the two bottles of water, and only realised as I descended a flight of stairs to the actual departure gates that I had forgotten my espresso.
Disappointing, but I shrugged, - catching the flight was more important - (yes, circumstances sometimes conspire to ensure that espresso does not always take complete precedence, to the exclusion of all else, in my life, alas) to see one of the young men from behind the counter panting after me, espresso cup and saucer in hand; bless him, he had followed me down the stairs with the espresso, and - also - very kindly found some sugar for me, too.
You can call me impressed.
I had shouldered my briefcase, small rucksack, paid, picked up the two bottles of water, and only realised as I descended a flight of stairs to the actual departure gates that I had forgotten my espresso.
Disappointing, but I shrugged, - catching the flight was more important - (yes, circumstances sometimes conspire to ensure that espresso does not always take complete precedence, to the exclusion of all else, in my life, alas) to see one of the young men from behind the counter panting after me, espresso cup and saucer in hand; bless him, he had followed me down the stairs with the espresso, and - also - very kindly found some sugar for me, too.
You can call me impressed.
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