Very tickled, I’ve managed to make cappuccino given one, stove- top pot and some fresh milk. A little patience with the beans and a some freshly, whisked milk makes for a latte sans les trois Euro prix. Oh how I’d love to pull the Folgers Challenge on my neighbor. Foamy UHT with beautifully brewed discount Arabica. But instead, I start each day with a foamy bang with mediocre equipment. When you
love coffee, these are the lengths you go to.
Vivace is a coffee uber go-to place in Seattle that delivers caffeinated orgasm in each cup. It was my favorite beanage when I had one of them fancy pants espresso makers. Oh they can cut-a-rug when it comes to absolute coffee nirvana line dancing.
We’ve had a few offerings from Seattle visitors as they stay with us and work or enjoy the farm. I relieved myself of a mighty fine grinder and sold the super-smack-fabulous espresso machine as part of some yuppie, simplification nonsense before our move to France. Do I regret it? He’ll yeshiva ( okay that was an iPhone word suggestion. “hell yeah” was what I was trying to say. Yet somehow “he’ll yeshiva” slipped in like buttah ). Orthodox Jewish school aside, ( how exactly did I get here? ), what we are left with is
– amazing coffee beans
– no grinder
– no panty-dropping espresso machine
So I turn to The Modernist Cuisine to help find an answer.
Let me tell you what I do have
– a French coffee press
– a mortar and pestle
From this, I do this:
– grind them beans. Grind them like a Prince song in the eighties.
– scoop a few scoops in the press
– add hot, bubbly water
– swell the beans for a minute
– gently stir
– let it brew for four minutes
– then depress the plunger
A lovely coffee that offends no one. It’s perfect. It’s not the perfection the Vivace gurus were searching for, but not unlike a profitable side effect of a treatment for hypertension, you have yourself here a lovely cup of Joe ( or Dirk as the case may be ).