My Kenyan is going down well. The smell is very good.
Yes, I must say that Kenyan coffees hit that sweet spot of smoothness, sweetness, aroma, and - when tasted - a bright, clean, clear note, all qualities I find as well wit Ethiopian coffees.
My Kenyan is going down well. The smell is very good.
Kenyan it is, yum!
With a tripe espresso [...]
You haven't? Clearly you've never had chicharone flavored coffee ice cream. Amateur.Interesting ... was a little gamey, a bit chewy, but with a nice caramel and chocolate finish?
Accidentally picked up gum yesterday with baking soda/bicarb in it for a freshening agent. I was wondering why the six or so cups of coffee and tea tasted funny to me yesterday evening. I think I'll be using these gums long after my meals and drinks. Shows how little I pay attention to labels these days.
Anyway, drinking an iced gin tea at the moment. With a triple espresso, organic cream and a bit of water over several ice cubes on the side.
Enjoyed an excellent double espresso with hot milk this morning - Kenyan coffee, naturally enough.
I daresay that I might well manage another.
Sounds like an excellent idea.
You can't honestly say all this and not tell us what occurred right after and the ensuing days.I wear glasses, and, a few years ago, at a formal meal in an ancient castle, hosted by the Earl who owned the castle and fortified tower - think of the setting as something resembling a sort of intellectual Downton Abbey - your humble scribe mistook the salt for the sugar. Both were in fetching solid silver bowls - and, as I take organic, unrefined brown sugar at home - my bespectacled and sadly imperfect eyes were unable to distinguish between the contents of these two bowls where something very fine and white nestled within. Unfortunately, having spooned salt into my coffee, - and discreetly shoved the cup aside, I was quite mortified to have the Earl himself pick up - snatch up - that very cup some few minutes later, as he was offering a learned disquisition on something quite splendidly ancient and elegant objet d'art that adorned the walls.
You can't honestly say all this and not tell us what occurred right after and the ensuing days.
Do note I'll be holding you to that promise.As you know, once upon a distant time, I graced the groves of academe.
And I learned, that the best story tellers (to teachers) leave their audience - or readers - asking for more.
That tale is for later.
And, as for now, I can report the contented consumption of two mugs of splendid Kenyan double espresso with hot milk (and brown sugar).
Pressed yirgacheffe and off to work. Maybe a second cup as I pick out a tie.