Month: November 2013
Umberto Eco
“American coffee can be a pale solution served at a temperature of 100
degrees centigrade in plastic thermos cups, usually obligatory in railroad
stations for purposes of genocide, whereas coffee made with an American
percolator, such as you find in private houses or in humble luncheonettes,
served with eggs and bacon, is delicious, fragrant, goes down like pure
spring water, and afterwards causes severe palpitations, because one cup
contains more caffeine than four espressos.”
― Umberto Eco, How to Travel with a Salmon and Other Essays
http://www.aromaticcoffees.co.uk
Small and Early
Coffee People
“Coffee is a lot like people. In many ways, it’s deceiving. The sweetness that you smell as it brews is more often than not a fallacy. The scent of a dark roasted coffee bean promises you rich flavors with hints of chocolate and hazelnut, but if you’re not used to coffee’s deceptiveness, you’re left with a bitter aftertaste dangling at the back of your throat. To those of us who are used to it- we’ve grown a fondness for that bitter taste. It’s complex. It’s teasing. It reminds us that most things in life are not consistently sweet with every sip. One morning, your coffee might brew mild with just a flirtation of nutty undertones, And the next morning, it might be pelting you in the face with those same nuts, leaving little stinging marks with each sip. It’s moody. It’s not easy to perfect. But when you get the perfect brew, it’s rewarding. And that same perfection is not guaranteed tomorrow just because you managed it today.”
― Katana Collins, Soul Stripper
Sun’s Up, Coffee’s Hot
Sun is up, coffee’s hot,
a roll and fruit just hits the spot.
I read the paper, check the mail
then I’m off to the shower
before I ever set sail on life’s big open sea;
whisper a prayer,
‘O Lord please be with me.’
Not much time
in these long busy days
of decisions and deadlines
all lost in a haze.
Out in the world,
reality screams
and simply drowns out
my gauzy thin dreams.
I drag myself home
at the end of the day,
in a sigh of relief
that at last I can stay
here in my castle,
my little retreat,
kick off my shoes
and put up my feet.
And I wonder…
Will this all wash away
in a fresh morning shower,
can I hope to recover
youthful dreams and power
when every tomorrow
brings age and sorrow;
when the sun is up, coffee’s hot,
a roll and fruit just hits the spot?
– Carolyn Brunelle
Saving the World…
“The philosopher Sir James Mackintosh had said that the powers of a man’s mind were proportionate to the quantity of coffee he drank, and Voltaire had knocked back fifty cups of it a day, so Ianto reckoned there had to be something in it. And saving Cardiff from the kinds of things that came through the Rift called for quick, inspired thinking, so Ianto took it upon himself to make sure the coffee was good. Ianto Jones, saving the world with a dark roast.”
– Phil Ford
