I haven't been a regular coffee drinker for a couple decades. Tea is my definite go to. I think in general, my body just likes tea better.
But something's been happening lately. Maybe it's because it's winter. Maybe because the coffee smelled so good when my son made it while staying here. Maybe it's the fact that I'm watching a lot more Scandinavian mystery-ish dramas, and they drink coffee more often than tea. In any case, I've been feeling drawn to that dark, bitterish cup.
Coffee is one of those rituals, like tea, in which the process plays a big part (if you're someone like me who likes that sort of thing). And that process includes grinding the beans. So I find it amusing I was drawn to this canister of ground coffee while shopping at the (primarily) Asian market. I think I was intrigued by the New Orleans connection and the chicory (because it must be healthier if it has chicory in it, right?) of this particular brand. Something about it was waving at me, encouraging the purchase.
Apparently this grind of coffee isn't good to use in a French press. That's what I have, however, so that's what I used. I appreciate the similar ritual to making tea, using this vessel.
You know what? It's pretty good. I know the brew I get at the upscale places is often too...much...for me. I try to like it more than I actually do. This is funny, coming from someone who gravitates to strong flavors.
Here's to new, mundane experiences!
(and yes, I was off with the focus in this Instax pic)
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