SubJeff on 21/1/2011 at 19:45
I'm a coffee philistine, I admit it. I drink the nastiest instant trash at work because that's all there is and I need the boost at certain points in the day. At home I drink Kenko freeze dried or Douwe Egberts.
Don't get me wrong, I can tell the difference between a good coffee and the trash I drink. When someone is into good coffee and I have some of theirs ('round their place) I appreciate it. But I'm much more of a tea man at home and whilst I have "English" tea that's just standard PG Tips or whatever my main caffeine love is Chinese tea. Not that green tea rubbish that is pushed here (for God knows what reason) but proper Chinese tea in all it's different guises. My favorites are Oolong (Alishan sub-variety), Teiguanyin and fav of favs Pu-erh. That shit is like drinking the earth man.
Vasquez on 22/1/2011 at 09:01
Quote Posted by Scots Taffer
Babycinos are basically warm milk + froth with chocolate dusting and a marshmallow or two dropped inside.
Cute :D
gunsmoke on 25/1/2011 at 17:59
Quote Posted by Vasquez
What? :D
I started drinking coffee when I was 4-years old, my mom made me
pullamössö ("sweetroll-mush") of coffee, milk, sugar and bits of sweet roll mushed in. So I guess it's not a big surprise I'm addicted to coffee even worse than to chocolate :p
I can beat you. My grandma (whom I affectionately refer to as Happy) fed me coffee in one of those rubber-coated baby teaspoons starting before I was even a year old. God, my mom was pissed. :D
BTW, picture Eva Gabor and that's Happy. Dead fucking ringer, even carries herself like her.
Kolya on 25/1/2011 at 18:33
Quote Posted by gunsmoke
before I was even a year old. God, my mom was pissed. :D
It's funny how we take on the memories of others, isn't it?
I'm currently in Bonn. After WW2 many people here told the same story of having been hunted through the streets by allied planes sending MG salvos after them.
Historic evidence later proved that this never actually happened. However people did certainly
feel hunted and so their personal trauma was easily overwritten with a collectively memorised story.
EDIT: Sorry, (
http://www.spiegel.de/wissenschaft/mensch/0,1518,444334,00.html) that was in Dresden, I must have remembered that wrong.
gunsmoke on 26/1/2011 at 02:14
Quote Posted by Kolya
It's funny how we take on the memories of others, isn't it?
Amazingly enough, it was a story passed onto me.
Jenesis on 30/1/2011 at 01:28
I have a shiny new machine at home my grandparents got for me (not actually a Christmas present, but that was when it finally arrived at my house), which has made me very popular with my housemates. You press a button, beans get ground, coffee comes out. Sure, better coffee exists, but it's effortless and still pretty decent.
We also got some really big machines at work a while back - we get through kilos of beans every day. For some reason, I drink coffee at work with milk. Probably because I drink a lot of it through the day and it takes the edge off the bitterness that the beans at work have. My little cafetiere I had at work hasn't seen any use since those machines arrived :)
I do still drink instant coffee on occasion, but I essentially consider instant and proper coffee to be two totally different drinks.
june gloom on 30/1/2011 at 03:38
Coffee for an infant? Try beer, blame grandpa looking for a place to store the extra and mom thinking it was apple juice.
Martin Karne on 30/1/2011 at 04:37
Expresso or Expresso latte or else instadeath by bad taste.
Kuuso on 30/1/2011 at 20:06
That monk stuff looks interesting, but it's always a turn-off, when coffee sellers don't say the origin country (unless I'm missing it) or preferably the farm it has came from. By their descriptions though, it seems like their stuff is worth trying.
