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The Joy Of Coffee
Aug. 31st, 2023 02:01 pmOne of the advantages of working from home is that you can be at your desk five minutes after getting up. But that can also be a drawback. It's too easy, when it's your own business, to throw yourself at the work from dawn till dusk without a break.
Until...
During the lockdowns I was getting deliveries from an online-only supermarket. One day I saw a new product on the website, a bottle of cold brew concentrated coffee. Ha! I scoffed. So much more expensive than making your own. What kind of nong (this is a local term, but I'm sure you can guess the meaning) would buy that?
Then I realised. Me. I am that nong.
My business partner and I both love iced coffee, but I would never faff about with making it during the week. This, though, just involved pouring it over ice and adding milk. Sold. The coffee turned out to be incredibly yum - a blend of four origins and with an almost chocolatey note. Our morning coffee break, where we sit outside on the deck and slow down for once, is now the best part of our day.
What I did have trouble with, though, was finding the right glass. An ordinary tumbler offended my sense of aesthetics because all the ice stuck together in a column rather than making an artfully casual jumble in the glass. What's more, it was just that little bit too small, leading every day to us wishing we could have more (but not a whole second one. I mean, I would love to, but even one coffee in the morning makes it harder to sleep).
Then when I was in Daiso, I saw some glass tumblers. Bigger than mine and with outward-sloping sides. So I grabbed a couple. Ice jumble? Tick. Enough extra coffee? Also tick. Sheer perfection.
That was several months ago, and recently I've been experiencing a bit of unease. What if something happened to one of my perfect glasses and Daiso had stopped stocking them? So this morning I went back to Daiso for some spares. Yes! they still had them, so I got four.
When I got home we commenced our all-important coffee break. As I was making the iced coffees the bottle of cold brew slipped out of my hand, smashing one of the original glasses to smithereens. The spares hadn't even been in the house ten minutes. Lucky, or unlucky? I'm really not sure.
Until...
During the lockdowns I was getting deliveries from an online-only supermarket. One day I saw a new product on the website, a bottle of cold brew concentrated coffee. Ha! I scoffed. So much more expensive than making your own. What kind of nong (this is a local term, but I'm sure you can guess the meaning) would buy that?
Then I realised. Me. I am that nong.
My business partner and I both love iced coffee, but I would never faff about with making it during the week. This, though, just involved pouring it over ice and adding milk. Sold. The coffee turned out to be incredibly yum - a blend of four origins and with an almost chocolatey note. Our morning coffee break, where we sit outside on the deck and slow down for once, is now the best part of our day.
What I did have trouble with, though, was finding the right glass. An ordinary tumbler offended my sense of aesthetics because all the ice stuck together in a column rather than making an artfully casual jumble in the glass. What's more, it was just that little bit too small, leading every day to us wishing we could have more (but not a whole second one. I mean, I would love to, but even one coffee in the morning makes it harder to sleep).
Then when I was in Daiso, I saw some glass tumblers. Bigger than mine and with outward-sloping sides. So I grabbed a couple. Ice jumble? Tick. Enough extra coffee? Also tick. Sheer perfection.
That was several months ago, and recently I've been experiencing a bit of unease. What if something happened to one of my perfect glasses and Daiso had stopped stocking them? So this morning I went back to Daiso for some spares. Yes! they still had them, so I got four.
When I got home we commenced our all-important coffee break. As I was making the iced coffees the bottle of cold brew slipped out of my hand, smashing one of the original glasses to smithereens. The spares hadn't even been in the house ten minutes. Lucky, or unlucky? I'm really not sure.
