Saturday, 10 February 2018

drowning in milk and sugar to camouflage their bitter taste

The cat is resting on the front part of the seat of the chair in the hallway. The rear part is occupied by the brown camera bag, no space for the cat. And the stone floor is icy. So the animal makes do with what little space is available. And when the door is opened the cat graciously accepts the invitation to enter the bedroom. Tail erected, she majestically negotiates the bedroom floor, heading for the kitchen. She inspects her empty plate, and looks up.
Go to the refrigerator. There is no opened cat food tin there, so go over to the small bench and open another tin. The cat shows interest. Place some food on the plate. The cat commences feeding.
Put the opened tin into the refrigerator.

Empty the coffee maker of the used coffee grounds, put them into the container for biological waste.
Then empty the coffee beans in the grinder back into the gherkin glass used as a container for unground coffee beans. A pickles jar, cleaned of labels and gherkin smells. Remove the traces of ground coffee powder from the grinder.

Then, reach up for the top shelf. There is a small package of coffee beans there, bought from the coffee shop, the coffee shop that was so enjoyable three weeks ago. Put some of these luxurious beans into the grinder. They are not roasted black like the others, but dark brown;they make a different noise as they are being shattered by the grinding machine. The pleasure of that visit to the coffee shop is remembered, the young woman there describing the details of the coffee as to provenance, description of the taste, aroma, recommendations as to their preparation. The taste, the slow sipping, quite different to the brown juice blends of bulk satisfaction, hard to drink black, needing drowning in milk and sugar to camouflage their bitter taste.

Finally, the machine has done with its burbling, the coffee is ready, take a cup to the dining room table and write these notes.

Halfway through the cup, the various flavours become noticeable, and a feeling of happiness and contentment spreads through the whole body, an ability to smile at the destruction around, and wonder what could be done to improve things. The caffein, the flavour, now there is understanding as to why coffee was a forbidden drug at the turn of the century before last, or earlier, (unsure), reserved for the rich, highly taxed. 

Sneeze, an irritation of the nostril. The cat on the windowsill gives two short exclamatory me ow-s in recognition. The cat always does that, is she saying "Gesundheit"?
And there is a sound of the son starting his computer, the electronic apple chorus.

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