Not from a factory!
The past couple of days have involved more experiments with grinding Samoan cacao beans into my espresso powder than anything else. Unroasted chocolate seeds have a different consistency than roasted coffee beans, and I think my espresso-maker’s response to the change is unfavorable.
I think the machine is going to blow up.
Also, you might be surprised at this – but the results so far are not tasty.
This cocoa admixture requires me to put sugar in my coffee, since cacao beans are so inherently bitter. I don’t normally put sugar in my coffee at all – and the only sweetener I’ve got around my house is this “molasses brown sugar” which is really just a solid form of molasses. I mean it is molasses, but solid. So now imagine the drink: Extremely dark-roasted espresso, with varying proportions of unroasted cacao beans added, sweetened with molasses. It’s a “man’s drink”.
I might as well throw in beef bouillon.
Also, I drank (nearly!) all of a two-litre bottle of Brazilia brand
“Natural Fruit Guaraná – The Best From Brazil”.
Actually, I’m fairly certain that Brazil can do better than this.
It is one of the cheap ones, which are usually very ‘fruity’, with a high sugar content,
and a distinct taste of “caramel coloring”. What is caramel coloring made from? Anyhow – it has a greatest packaging!
How many drinks have you had with a map on the label?
Also, I had some of my Azeri pomegranate juice – which is excellent!
You can tell how good it by all the sediment on the bottom. Primary indicator.
Also, someone just gave me some expensive loose tea to try, which he said is
called “ting ____something…”.
Like any good tea, it seems to taste like subtly-flavored hot water.
Now, at least I know better than to use tea bags when it can be avoided – but my problem is that, being a tea novice, I usually try hard to make my tea taste as much like four shots of espresso as possible. That is to say, not subtle. I also do not fully appreciate the aesthetic of Persian rugs.
I am ashamed of my crudity and lack of class.
(Speaking of class…)
Also, last night, the people at the Taco Bell drive-thru thought it would be funny – when I asked for “the smallest Mountain Dew Code Red you can give me” – to give me that drink in a little, plastic, clear container intended for dipping sauce. It was that small. This was a gag that the bored employees at the Taco Bell third shift will probably remember for the rest of their lives. And I have to admit that it seemed nothing short of PURE GENIUS, after having listened to David Sedaris read his stories for an hour-and-a-half just prior. Thanks, Taco Bell #136!
“But what did it taste like!” you ask?
Who cares about carbonated fruit punch?
