Good morning to you all.
Got up today and confirmed the true definition of forever: “The time it takes to brew the first pot of coffee in the morning”. Could also be the definition of eternity.
Made myself a nice pot of “high grown”coffee from Chiapas, from the town of Jaltenango. It can be described as intense citrus and with hints of oak turning quickly to fresh sugar plums as it cools. With just the right amount of acidity.Very pleasant, long lasting aftertaste. Or something along those lines. Probably the aftertaste is the best part.
Well, I like this variety very much, it has become my everyday coffee at home. It is coarsely ground and very good for filter coffee.
“Coffee should be black as Hell, strong as death and sweet as love”
Personally I will leave the sweet part out of the equation of this Turkish proverb, but to each his own or de gustibus non disputandum.
There are few things in life that offer the comforting feeling of that first cup of the day. And unlike alcohol (or pork), coffee crosses the political and religious boundaries with ease. A democrat and a republican can have as much pleasure from a cup of Joe as any communist (if they truly exist anymore). And a blasphemous, heathen such as I can revel in the taste of this black elixir as much as any Rabbi or Ayatollah.
Well as today is Sunday and you surely have better things to do, I will leave you with this last thing
The Coffee Psalm
Caffeine is my shepherd; I shall not doze.
It maketh me to wake in green pastures:
It leadeth me beyond the sleeping masses.
It restoreth my buzz:
It leadeth me in the paths of consciousness for its name’s sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of addiction,
I will fear no Equal:
For thou art with me; thy cream and thy sugar they comfort me.
Thou preparest a carafe before me in the presence of The Starbucks:
Thou anointest my day with pep; my mug runneth over.
Surely richness and taste shall follow me all the days of my life:
And I will dwell in the House of Mochas forever.
See you next time