Casual coffee

Walking, listening, thinking, breathing, needing - always needing, all is needing. If its' not needing to be somewhere, it's needing to take a minute and get a few of those deeper breaths that would all do the body a little good. There's is no compromise in regard to getting a good coffee. I particularly like the Al Pacino coffee ad for Vittoria Coffee. Sadly, the advertising worked and I went and tried their coffee (advertising deserves it's own post - relating to how much I loathe and admire it).

Not really knowing a good coffee, my premature palate has yet to grow. There is no line to set those good from those bad. Deciding to have a coffee grew like an instinct - the notion that "If I don't have this coffee, I'll probably write right off the end of the page.", and fall asleep before I can go back to the next line. I don't like cold coffee. Making a coffee (back when all I knew was instant) and then letting it sit on the table beside me until it's so cold that it almost has its' own microclimate, is not understood. Iced coffees are good, but on the same token, how can it be enjoyed if it's completely different from when it was made? I know, there are always exceptions.

What I'm finding out is that maybe coffee does have a taste. Maybe there is a reason that the woman with the purple and white scarf always goes to the coffee shop on the corner. Maybe there is a reason why Chris walks in at about 8:00AM -+5min and grabs a smile and a coffee from the barista at the register, several doors up from scarf-ladies shop, I'll call her Annie. My reason is that I enjoy the taste.

Someone once told me never to wash the plunger with soap. The same person told me about some of the wonderful types of coffee - affogato, macchiato, ristretto, doppio macchiato...well maybe only 4 but still. My point is, coffee isn't just coffee, to me anymore. It would almost be incorrect to go in and ask for a coffee, hand over your money and expect a hot beverage. This person would most likely be asking for a flat white, and this person is most probably too busy to worry about what shape or how fluffy their coffee is. Ignorance is bliss. What does it take to be a coffee aficionado and when do you become just a prick? There is a fine line.

At the moment, I might just stick to drinking coffee. Building and learning from what I see and what I taste. What I can remember will only be used if it is a colourful and bright memory. Only if there is extra feeling instilled and can be expressed accordingly. What is the use of saying the cat can jump over the house if, in fact, it can only jump over the sandpit? How long is a piece of string anyway?