Enjoying an afternoon coffee, an Ethiopian (naturally processed) coffee, served with organic hot milk, and a dash of organic double cream.
Nespresso capsules don't contain much coffee, so the espressos aren't that strong (especially as most people add more than the pre-programmed 40mm of water).
I have enough evidence to make an indictment: you must really love Ethiopian coffee.Perusing coffee websites, and mulling over an intriguing Bolivian coffee, and another, equally interesting, from Burundi.
And sipping a coffee from Ethiopia.
Perusing coffee websites, and mulling over an intriguing Bolivian coffee, and another, equally interesting, from Burundi.
And sipping a coffee from Ethiopia.
The odd thing - and this is relevant in a coffee discussion thread - is that I used not to, for, until around a decade ago, I thought that I liked really dark roasted coffee, and my usual preferences in those days tended to be coffees from Costa Rica and coffees with similar taste profiles.I have enough evidence to make an indictment: you must really love Ethiopian coffee.
Perhaps.hmmmm.....Congo Kivu, something that fits your flavor preferences....something similar to Rwanda....or better? hmmmmm
I'm having the last mug of a very nice Yemen coffee.......in the package there are maybe just enough beans to make a small cup.....maybe
... I was thinking of getting an espresso powder to use as a topping/sprinkle. Anything else? Dark chocolate shavings? Or is that too decadent?
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Sounds absolutely wonderful.I managed one last full mug of the Yemen coffee.....which I'm enjoying right now.
Fortunately I've some fresh supply of different coffees; some Ethiopian Sidamo, a package of Sumatra, and a small package of Kona Peaberry by way of a friend's subscription
Sounds absolutely wonderful.
Which will you try first?
Tomorrow, I shall replenish my dwindling coffee supplies, and am looking forward to it.
Excellent.I've already tried the Kona Peaberry and I suspect that the Sumatra will be next.
When the cupboards are bare, I find myself consulting with the Earl of Grey.It is pouring outside, absolutely bucketing down, (and has been all day, since last night, in fact).
This is of relevance because I had planned to head out to one of my favourite coffee shops to treat myself to coffee, and also - of equal, no, of greater importance - to replenish my dwindling (actually, dwindled to what are now non-existent) supplies of coffee.
Worse, I finished my Ethiopian coffee today, and am now completely out of coffee.
Tomorrow is another day....
As do I, sometimes, I must admit.When the cupboards are bare, I find myself consulting with the Earl of Grey.
But, while the Earl of Grey well repays consultation in the darkness of a night, or a lingering afternoon, or a quiet and reflective evening, for the cold brightness of a dawning morning, I fear that there is no adequate substitute for the glory of the welcome to be found in a good cup of coffee.When the cupboards are bare, I find myself consulting with the Earl of Grey.