As I mentioned earlier this week, when one is visiting the Land of Espresso (aka Italy) it is hard not to imbibe in a cappuccino or twelve. If you do find yourself visiting Italy (and I highly recommend it) and want to blend in with the locals in the cafe, the key is to never order a cappuccino after 12pm. After that, espresso is king. However, don’t panic. Italian espresso is much smoother and milder than its American counterpart. And if you really need milk, you can always ask for a splash.
Happy International Coffee Day!
Today seemed like the perfect day to relaunch this severely neglected blog. As such, I’ve deleted all my previous work (don’t panic—if you’ve been here before, you know it wasn’t a lot) and I’m starting anew. I mean, no one like a cold cup of coffee…unless you’re one of those
weirdos lovely people who like iced coffee/cold brew.
So let’s brew a fresh pot and let me tell you how things got started…
“You better fucking write about this,” Ann commented as we walked into the New York Coffee Festival a couple of years ago.
“Yeah, yeah, I will!” was my enthusiastic non-commital reply while veering away from her, much like a toddler at the zoo. To be fair to me, we had literally walked into the largest display of coffee vendors I had ever seen. I think someone could have been throwing $100 bills at me and I would not have noticed over the enticing smells and sounds of coffee being ground, brewed, and espressoed. Well, maybe $5 bills. At some point, Benjamins are pretty hard to miss.
For five hours we visited coffee stall after coffee stall. The coffee drink du jour was definitely cold brew. I willingly drink the grand total of about 4 cold brew coffees a year, so I was a little disappointed in the stalls that only offered cold brew for tasting.
Except for this stall.
Their cold brew was not only served in a champagne flute but topped with a maple cold brew cotton candy. That’s right MAPLE COLD BREW COTTON CANDY. Holy shit…it was sweet. A little too sweet for me, but I can appreciate cotton candy and coffee served in a champagne flute with the best of them!
Anyway, so here I am—months of starting and restarting and restarting yet again to bring you lots of information about coffee the only way I know how: humor, a little information, a lot of babbling, and fun expletives!
I have been wanting to branch out from EpicuriousTexan (shameless plug!) for quite some time now—it’s just been a matter of getting off my ass and making it happen. I chose to start this website specifically for coffee because I wanted to write in a lot more detail about one of my true loves in life, but I didn’t want to turn ET into a coffee blog.
In addition to Ann
yelling strongly suggesting to write about my adventures in coffee, I found this mug on Etsy.
Which is pretty much the most accurate description of me ever.
My plan is to take you through all I know about coffee, including history, tasting, finding that perfect cup, and who knows whatever else coffee-related I can find.
Suggestions are always welcome, except for decaf, watering down the coffee, or toning it down on the cuss words–those might get you stabbed. I’m kidding, of course! Mainly because I have no idea how one would go about stabbing someone over the interwebs…
Thanks for popping in, grab a cup of coffee, sit back, and enjoy!