Coffee

I am excited about going to sleep so I can wake up to that perfect brew. I can smell it. Shut your eyes and smell the coffee with me....Now you may continue reading. I need my quiet while I follow my morning ritual of spooning my dark coffee and just a table spoon of milk. Exceed that spoon of milk and I am visibly upset. I should be able to see the angry shade of wet earth on a rainy day in my mug and smell the beans.

Am not sure if am partial to any particular brand of coffee, it should just be a dark angry brown. Hate the flavoured vanillas n berries n strawberries. Why deconstruct a perfect creation. Hate the typical coffee available at Indian roadside spots, canteens and in offices. It's over-boiled sweet milk with coffee flavouring : positively nauseating. The coffee culture does not really exist in India except for the south; the filter Kaapi decoction or the typical chickory-enhanced concoction at the roadside carts.

I am not a fan of an Espresso, it's too bitter for me. I like them dark not black. Now that was not meant to be racist. Putting a disclaimer as in this age of being politically correct... to get back to the perfect dark I tasted - it was on my flight on Thai Airways from Bangkok to Hat Yai near the Malaysian border. It was nirvana when I had the first sip of coffee. I had to sip again to be sure and third time for the gastronomic orgasm. Yes coffee does that to me. I called the sirhostess and asked if she could tell what brand of coffee it was. Initially she seemed a bit worried thinking I was going to complain about poor service but I had to assure her that I wasn't; when convinced, she only smiled but didn't say anything. She either didn't understand or maybe it's a national carrier secret "do not reveal how to pleasure our customers with coffee".

A brief period in my life I had to give up coffee for 15 days. The first thing I requested on my return was not a bath or a hairwash. It was the perfect brew of dark coffee. The first sip brought a flood of tears, the second sip a prayer and the third was me, one with my coffee. I am ok about drinking a cappucino if nothing else is available, though I tend to stop at a sip or two and push the cup away. An expensive waste. I think it's for the pseudos. When at a restaurant I always order my coffee black, milk and sugar on the side. I like building it myself. There's a certain pleasure in giving birth to each cup rather than just a premixed. Oh and the coffee sachets, they should absolutely be banned!!!