I come from a long line of coffee lovers, but our numbers are diminishing. It seems like aging reduces one’s ability to tolerate the beverage. But for those of us who still enjoy it, this post will be entertaining and probably helpful in some way as we think about future cups of coffee we will savor…
Once upon a time…
On a sunny Sunday morning I made a change to the way I make my morning coffee. Which is not that interesting. What is interesting is: when I took the first taste I almost dropped the mug because it was soooooo good. It was the best cup of coffee I could remember tasting. Ever. Dark, sensuous, chocolatey, rich and clear, with zero bitterness and a highway maximum caffeine wattage.
It was perfect.
But! Things are not SCIENCE unless they are repeatable. So the next day I tried the same method and reaped just the same results; a smouldering whirlwind of orgasmically coffee-scented bliss.
When it worked for the third time I tweeted this:
…and promptly collapsed under the tsunami of messages saying: how?…
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