The AH Coffee Shop and Reading Room 02: A Comma (is a Restful Pause)

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And continuing on that note, seeing as how Tex is sleeping in (or NOT sleeping in) these days, and I'm up and all bushy tailed and making the coffee this morning (and putting the kettle on for you tea drinkers), allow me to offer you a cup of Tex's Specialty du Jour, as prepared by Chloe - Flambe Coffee

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Chloe, I knew I took those matches away from you for a reason. :D

I'm up early myself this morning. Slept like a log. I'll leave the bright eyed and bushy-tailed to the house mate. She does it much better than I do.


A line of coffee? Never thought of that. Used an IV a couple of times but....

Okay, there is a fresh pot and there is a fresh kettle. Dealers choice.
 
Chloe, I knew I took those matches away from you for a reason. :D

LOL. I had the fire extinguisher handy, promise!

Anyhow. have a wonderful day. I gotta run, early start and I've still got to grab breakfast and pack something to keep me going for the day.... have a good one everyone. And as soon as I'm off, its heads down into finishing my Halloween story. That darn tentacle sex! Altho in this case its kinds of ovipositor sex... :eek:

I'm no coffee drinker, but I'd give this a try

Followed by snorting vodka? (the stuff that didn't go into the flambeed coffee anyhow)
 
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LOL. I had the fire extinguisher handy, promise!

Anyhow. have a wonderful day. I gotta run, early start and I've still got to grab breakfast and pack something to keep me going for the day.... have a good one everyone. And as soon as I'm off, its heads down into finishing my Halloween story. That darn tentacle sex! Altho in this case its kinds of ovipositor sex... :eek:

Oh, I'm looking forward to this one!
 
Oh, I'm looking forward to this one!

I'm torn between hysterical laughter and shivers down the spine horror. Erotic alien egg laying.... omg...:eek: ... its kind of a challenge. I mean, I'm empathizing with Buzz and his desire for progeny but on the other hand ..
 
The 8th Army guys had a trick for a brew-up for Tea.
A biscuit tin, some sand and a bit of petrol.
Put the sand in the tin, pour on the petrol and light it.
Place the kettle thereon until it boils then make the tea as usual.

I just wondered if one could do coffee a similar way, but using coffee beans & vodka ?

Time to Tea.
 
The 8th Army guys had a trick for a brew-up for Tea.
A biscuit tin, some sand and a bit of petrol.
Put the sand in the tin, pour on the petrol and light it.
Place the kettle thereon until it boils then make the tea as usual.

I just wondered if one could do coffee a similar way, but using coffee beans & vodka ?

Time to Tea.

Don't try the 8th Army cooker. Those who brewed tea that way learned the hard way after burning off eyebrows. The secret is to let the petrol soak into the sand AND letting the petrol vapour disperse BEFORE using a long taper to light the cooker. Get it wrong and you have a flash over, burnt skin, and lots of swearwords.

And the tea tasted of petrol (and was probably full of wind blown sand).
 
Making a chocolate cake with a strong cup of coffee in it, to be topped with cream cheese frosting, with a hint of cinnamon. Friend's birthday coming up. Then I 'm finally going to submit my Halloween entry.
 
My mother had some weird cravings when she was pregnant. One of them was chewing on coffee grounds. :eek:

I like chewing the odd coffee bean, but not the grounds.

Urges during pregnancy can get very odd, like eating dirt (the urge is called pica). My wife was a childbirth educator for several years and eventually a midwife. She learned somewhere that the craving is common enough that some families have boxes of dirt for eating, and they're passed down from mother to daughter.
 
Urges during pregnancy can get very odd, like eating dirt (the urge is called pica). My wife was a childbirth educator for several years and eventually a midwife. She learned somewhere that the craving is common enough that some families have boxes of dirt for eating, and they're passed down from mother to daughter.

Pica's quite often caused by mineral deficiencies but it can also be psychosocial / associated with OCD from what I was taught, which wasn't much.
 
Evening all,

I ate enough dirt by accident that i seldon needed to eat any on purpose.

Back in the day when I hunted a lot, I used alcohol heaters. A coffee can, empty. A roll of toilet paper, unused. A bottle of rubbing alcohol, not the good drinking stuff. Put the toilet paper in the coffee can and dump in a bottle of rubbing alcohol, put a lid on it to stop evaporation and to put the fire out. Great for all kinds of winter heating and yes, I did make coffee over one more than once.

Got a lot of writing done today. Some early this morning with some suntanning in the backyard with two naked ladies for a nooner distraction. Followed by a nap and more writing. :D

Suntan oil is a proven aphrodisiac. :cool:
 
I found long ago that butter, sugar, and tequila applied to pancakes or waffles makes for a good way to start the day.

We attended early West Coast Computer Faires in what's now the Bill Graham Muni Auditorium across from San Francisco City Hall. Very few restrooms there and very long lines awaiting access. Bad for coffee drinkers. Solution, short of amphetamines (with their own drawbacks): chocolate-coated roast espresso beans. Kept us going for hours.

One pure vanilla seed goes far. Stick it in with unground beans for a few days and you get vanilla coffee. Ditto with teas. And the seed keeps going and going and going...

You've heard of cigar-box guitars? Build a coffee-tin banjo-'ukulele from a 3-pound #10 can, cut down to a comfy depth. Remove the neck from a junked thrift-shop 'uke and screw it to the can; use the 'uke's bridge too, or fake one. Tighten the strings and wail.

Oops, sundown now. Enchilada time.
 
"Yes, it is morning again, it does that almost every day.

The coffee is fresh and the kettle is hot. Try the coffee cake.

I have some writing to do, so help yourself.
 
Depending on whether I'm getting down, or getting up, or just getting around, it's either late night or early morning. Or both, in this time zone anyway. But time zones do tend to stretch or squeeze a bit.

In some places they're a maze. Arizona skips Daylight Savings Time because they have so much daylight, they don't need to save any. But the Navaho nation, mostly surrounded by Arizona, IS on DST because fuck those Phoenix honkies. But the Hopi nation, engulfed by the Navaho (whom the Hopi used to call 'headsplitters' because that's what Navahos did to Hopis) isn't on DST because fuck the Navaho. Meanwhile adjacent Utah, Colorado, and New Mexico are all on Mountain Daylight Time. Which all means that driving 125 miles across the Navaho nation via the Hopi Mesas requires changing your clock 4 times during DST months. Or you can just live on Indian Time, noting sunrise and sunset and whatever.

Hmm, now local time is getting later, not earlier. How come it's never earlier? I guess coffee is in my future. Big, fat, juicy coffee, abused by a vanilla bean, diluted by whipped cream. defiantly facing the world and challenging, "Drink me!" That kind of coffee. Woof.
 
Depending on whether I'm getting down, or getting up, or just getting around, it's either late night or early morning. Or both, in this time zone anyway. But time zones do tend to stretch or squeeze a bit.

In some places they're a maze. Arizona skips Daylight Savings Time because they have so much daylight, they don't need to save any. But the Navaho nation, mostly surrounded by Arizona, IS on DST because fuck those Phoenix honkies. But the Hopi nation, engulfed by the Navaho (whom the Hopi used to call 'headsplitters' because that's what Navahos did to Hopis) isn't on DST because fuck the Navaho. Meanwhile adjacent Utah, Colorado, and New Mexico are all on Mountain Daylight Time. Which all means that driving 125 miles across the Navaho nation via the Hopi Mesas requires changing your clock 4 times during DST months. Or you can just live on Indian Time, noting sunrise and sunset and whatever.

Hmm, now local time is getting later, not earlier. How come it's never earlier? I guess coffee is in my future. Big, fat, juicy coffee, abused by a vanilla bean, diluted by whipped cream. defiantly facing the world and challenging, "Drink me!" That kind of coffee. Woof.

When I was living in Flagstaff, I was taking a class up on the Navajo Reservation. It took a hour and a half to get to the class. The teacher was understanding about the fact that I was an hour late once the time changed.
 
That (all too) brief introduction to the Native American is fascinating; I've never heard anything like it (the original 'tribes' in England are a bit of a closed book).

Meanwhile, I think Breakfast will shortly feature on my personal horizon.
And the Coffee therewith. . . .
:)
 
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