TdC
Trem's hunky sex love muffin
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whellp, I'm currently at home, waiting about for some company to deliver my beautiful couch, and after puttering about for a bit, you know, doing things one tends to do while waiting on an early monday morning like eating a cheese toastie, turning the washing machine on, making sure there actually was space for the couch (it's one of those "round the corner" things). well, I made sure there was space yesterday when I was cleaning the entire house and mopping the floors and stuff, but I made sure again, just to be, uh, sure.
then I thought it would be time for a cuppa, so espresso machine on, hum happily, go look outside while it warms up, etc. then back to the machine....aaaaaaaand pause. the coffee bin, where I store my coffee in air-tight goodness seems light. it is also soundless when I shake it. hmm. hmm. there doesn't seem to be any coffee in it. in fact, I can see this all along, because the bin is transparent, but I refused to acknowledge this obvious truth because, well, something might be causing me to be unable to see coffee, or the special shade of brown that is Arabica, or a pixie may be hiding the coffee, or, or, or the bin may really actually be empty.
the horror! I have no espresso! and it's frigging monday morning, meaning the shops won't be open till, like, one o'clock or somesuch! well. so. um. like the frantic coffee addict I can be when it's time to be one, like when there is none to be had, like now, I turn the kitchen upside down in a search for the brown goodness. while swearing softly but fluently. yes!! I have it!! hidden away, in an open(!) paper(!) bag is some regular coffee(!!) I keep for those strange people who bitch about my coffee and other people who I generally don't like. I take the bag with trembling fingers and sniff it. Hmm, absolutely stale, almost no aroma. hmm. There's just about enough to fill the espresso filter, but I'm already having bad thoughts as I press it down with my press. The beautiful liquid jets into my glass. There is steam, there is crema, the colour is very dark, almost pure black. All seems well.
It tastes horrible
then I thought it would be time for a cuppa, so espresso machine on, hum happily, go look outside while it warms up, etc. then back to the machine....aaaaaaaand pause. the coffee bin, where I store my coffee in air-tight goodness seems light. it is also soundless when I shake it. hmm. hmm. there doesn't seem to be any coffee in it. in fact, I can see this all along, because the bin is transparent, but I refused to acknowledge this obvious truth because, well, something might be causing me to be unable to see coffee, or the special shade of brown that is Arabica, or a pixie may be hiding the coffee, or, or, or the bin may really actually be empty.
the horror! I have no espresso! and it's frigging monday morning, meaning the shops won't be open till, like, one o'clock or somesuch! well. so. um. like the frantic coffee addict I can be when it's time to be one, like when there is none to be had, like now, I turn the kitchen upside down in a search for the brown goodness. while swearing softly but fluently. yes!! I have it!! hidden away, in an open(!) paper(!) bag is some regular coffee(!!) I keep for those strange people who bitch about my coffee and other people who I generally don't like. I take the bag with trembling fingers and sniff it. Hmm, absolutely stale, almost no aroma. hmm. There's just about enough to fill the espresso filter, but I'm already having bad thoughts as I press it down with my press. The beautiful liquid jets into my glass. There is steam, there is crema, the colour is very dark, almost pure black. All seems well.
It tastes horrible