Speak Easy

I just brewed a pot of coffee out of shear boredom. I miss my blend of Italian Roasted Costa Rican Tarazu and Indian Monsoon Malabar. That nice full- bodied roastiness with the funky, musty quality of the low acid Malabar was fantastic. I brewed it Turkish and then passed through a filter, resulting in a cup of black gold that has almost no bitterness. I tried to replicate some semblance of that with Chocked Full of Nuts (and Bolts). It didn’t come close. But I descaled the coffee pot and then filtered the coffee again to try to remove some more of the fatty oils and acids. It’s mediocre at best, but beggars can’t be choosers. Fuck. I just want a decent cup of Joe. All for now.

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