Coffee stories
Friday, 4 October 2013
That’s my (legendary?) Buck-mug, which I took with Buck‘s permission from his grill and diner in Burwell way back in the mists of time.
Up here in the middle of nowhere, we are using a French press (aka plunger pot). The coffee that is slightly more mellow with our home drip machine tastes a bit edgy here, but I’m getting used to that. Yes, along with the extra steps it takes to rinse the grounds off the press-parts out by the long grass (aka substitute for a compost pile).