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| My wife is TOTALLY way hotter than that...and I got more hair on my ASS than that dude has on his head...actually, this looks NOTHING like us... |
OK, so, yeah, like about 13 years ago, right after we brung the Ranette home from the hospital, we quit drinking proper coffee.
First off, it was one of those Dare To Be Great moments where you kind of sit yourself down and stare into your eyes and tell yourself to look deep into your heart and ask yourself if you can really warrant the expenditure. Now, bear in mind, this is before there were Starkacks all over the place and coffee beans were pretty fuckin pricey.
And yeah, to paraphrase the old Vegas joke
Oh, we got money for smokes!
Also, and while this may sound goofy, it was also a real concern, there was the issue of counter space. You know what things are like in yer average Taipei kitchen, and when you suddenly require room for a bottle sterilizer, a water jug, and all that other baby shit, having the coffee maker there just became less of a priority.
So, we went back to drinking instant coffee every morning, like when we first started going out.
Now I'm amazed at the number of people who, when I tell them we drink instant coffee in the morning, look at me like I just told them we crap in the fridge.
I get people getting all anusfaced, saying shit like "Oh I could
never drink
instant coffee!"
Yeah, eat me.
Trust me, flyface, you go without any coffee for two weeks, a cup of Nescafe is going to taste like fuckin ice cream.
Anyways, so it goes, and, you know, you get used to anything, right?
But then, last December, TG, my oldest Taiwanese buddy, comes back from an assignment, and as he often does, brings me back something, and it's a big fuckoff bag of real nice fucking Colombian coffee beans.
Here, look here and imagine the smell. I'll wait.
Yeah. Like that. Only fucking better.
So, you know, I took a look around.
Noted duly that, as it turned out, the bottle steriliser had been retired for quite some time, as had all the other baby shit.
Then I went diggin and, discovered that, way way in the back of the cupboard, our trusty old Braun KSM2W
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| Seriously, do you know anyone who doesn't own one of these?? |
had managed to survive the Ranee's tri-annual purges.
Soooooo.
It was determined that, based on the fact that I had barely been even a
little naughty all year, I was certainly deserving of a bit of Chrimbo/Hannukal joy.
And here's where things get really interesting.
I present to you pretty much the coolest fucking thing I own that doesn't make music or fire, me fuckin Bialetti.
Honest to fuck, I love this sumbitch.
Never mind how exquisite it is just to look at, especially if you're into that whole post-WWII European machined design thing, and the absolute simplistic perfection of its function.
Never mind all that.
Just pay attention to this:
On the weekends, or holidays, I'll get up at me preferred time (since there are going to be anywhere from two to four or even fucking five women staying there, it's incumbent upon one to exploit their inherent weakness of character and attendant propensity for sleeping late, in order to enjoy the only time I'll actually have some peace all fucking day), and put the thing on the deal, fill up the thing, do three spoons into the thing there, screw the deal onto the thing, and put it on the, you know, thing.
Go and execute a few minor ablutions, turn on the computer, add some hoodie/socks/long shirt as necessary, and then it's Magic Time.
I decant the rich blackness over two spoonfuls of coarse brown sugar and add in a wee bit of hot water.
And.
It's good.
It's so good, you know you take that first sip? It's so good that you cancel plans to set the cup down and return for two or more immediate follow ups.
It's so good that, invariably, I say something out loud.
Something like "Oh boy" or "Jeez" or Holy cow that's good."
So out on the Promenade Deck, we rejoice in the glory of the ambroisial brew whilst enjoying the day's first fine locally produced tobacco product.
This is generally about sunrise, and for the next 10 to 15 fucking minutes...
The world is
perfect.
35 bucks on eBay, and I get to start the day feeling like Anthony
Fucking
Quinn
Raj
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