What’s your perfect cup of coffee?
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Empty.
Fill it with bourbon.
Hot, black, and hard to see through.
The first one of the morning.
I have what SWMBO calls “the concoction”.
In large mug:
1 tsp. sugar
3 tsp. cocoa mix
1/2 tsp. dark choc. cocoa powder.
Using the water squirt on your espresso machine, mix the sugar and chocolate into a dark liquid that smells like chocolate cake mix. Then run 3 shots of espresso (your choice of coffee) into it, stir, top with cocoa powder sprinkle.
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!
An Americano with a bit of cream and about one quarter shot glass worth of B-52 syrup.
B-52 is mostly Irish Cream but with a little Kahlua and a wee amount of Grand Marnier.
Fresh-brewed. Served in bed.
To Christina Hendricks.
I like my coffee like I like my women:
Hot, straight, and strong.
The first nice hot steamy cup(black) in the morning while no one talks to me. Watch FnF just to get the blood boiling along with the caffeine.
Of course, I never tried my coffee Gangnam style. Whoop whoop.
A little bit of dark chocolate syrup, coffee, milk, whipping cream on top, drizzled with more chocolate syrup and a little bit of caramel.
Boring old Black. Coffee, like Bourbon is not to be messed with.
Depends on the situation:
With breakfast — black, medium strong with rich flavor . . . can’t see the bottom of the cup . . . slight bite on the tongue.
While writing stories or articles or poetry — black, fairly light, must be fresh, no bite on the tongue, bottom of cup still not visible. Best if served with brownies or cinnamon rolls.
During mid watches on the bridge in the Sea of Japan in January — must come from a 20+ cup brewer in the Signal Shack, a pot which snarls when approached by a hand with finger hooked in a mug . . . must be pulled from the spout under protest, and then curled up in the bottom of the mug . . . must smell of diesel and have a small surface slick. Cannot be drunk in the traditional manner, but eaten with a stainless steel spoon. Best if served with room-temp lunchmeat on stale bread.
Cups/mugs must be protected at all cost from wives to avoid the inevitable scrubbing which will destroy the carefully cultivated and patiently acquired patina, especially along the rim where the lips touch.
Freshly ground and pressed, early afternoon as a break when doing nothing ‘cept enjoying the coffee
I don’t know, Wollf, bourbon and coffee together…
^^ My apologies, Logdog, That goes without saying.
My only requirement is that it be near to hand.
Perfect? Dunno.
I only drink it one way, so nothin’ to compare it to.
I like my coffee like I like my target hits: black and French … roast.
Fresh ground drip for two mugs or a K-cup for one quick mug.
(What? Well, I told Christina to get up and bring me some … and a sammich while she was at it. Wonder what’s takin’ so long.)
The one in my hand.
Vente iced whole milk latte with 2 pumps mocha, 1 pump peppermint, 5 shots decaf. For the holidaze…
Or a Jack & water…
Four shot espresso made with Peets Coffee Italian Roast and one teaspoon of brown sugar…
I like my coffee like I like my women. Pale and bitter.
I like mine un-messed-with, too. But I prefer that the beans be grown on the side of the Poas Volcano in Costa Rica. Costa Rican coffee is great, but not the way the Ticos make it (too weak). I like it the way us Norte Americanos make it using Tico coffee (much stronger).
They grow some great white pineapple down there too, but don’t export it. I don’t much care for pineapple, but eating that stuff for breakfast is like eating candy. Eggs, bacon, coffee, white pineapple — man, oh, man!
Having survived coffee in the duty officers room, variously described as *buzzard sweat*, I am not particular. ANY coffee that is brewed and not instant will do. I liked it equally after being frozen in a 4 hour– cockpit 5 minute alert–at Trondheim, Norway during a NATO exercise and at dawn in hot Vietnam. It was a taste of America….I also like International House Swiss Mocha stirred w a shot of brandy. I have never darkened the door of any coffee shop.
In 1960 or thereabouts, I went into a place in L.A. which called itself a coffee shop. Not being a great fan of coffee in those days, I had some kinda pastry and a fountain coke.
Only one I’ve ever been in that I can remember, and the only reason I mention it is that Joseph Cotton happened to be there at the time. He also happened to be completely in the bag at the time.
Friend of mine thought it was a big deal, but I was largely unimpressed. All he did was growl and mumble with a tired and sinister look on his face.
Straight up. Strong enough so that it is a challenge to drink it before it eats through the bottom of the cup.
^^That wasn’t Joseph Cotten. That was me as a small child. On a bad day.
I like it very strong, but not bitter, from fresh-ground beans. -Folger’s and Maxwell House suck. Period.
If I can get heavy cream, I prefer it, but never any less milkfat than half&half. -just a dash
My best coffee is had the days after preparing my garlic mashed potatoes for holiday meals. -I usually have some heavy cream left over.
One teaspoon of turbinado sugar per 10 ounces.
Hot. So hot that only sips are possible, so each sip gets savored. -I have a tendency to drink very quickly, regardless of beverage.
Cinnamon or cocoa sprinkles are nice, but only on rare occasions and usually when visiting a local coffee shop trying desperately to survive in the consumer age of Apple, The North Face, and Starbucks.
(Yeah, I know, I’m a beer snob, too. In fact, I won’t even drink a beer if the restaurant/pub doesn’t have a good one. Like coffee, the darker the better, but not bitter.)
Morning—
Hot and black, like I used to get in the Chiefs’ Mess, with a couple of teaspoons of honey.
Served by a skimpily-dressed hawt blonde I know.
Afternoon–
As above, with a double shot of Jack.
Blonde remains the same.
(Hey! I gave up smokin’ with my coffee. I deserve a little somethin’!)
Forgive the delay in adding this cultural ref:
Java Jive
Distracted by closing for my new digs, this afternoon.
When I’m working and one of my customers bring me one.
Well, I’ve had coffee that was brewed in the same helmet we’d washed our feet in the night before so I reckon I’m not real particular. I can’t stand that Starbucks stuff, I’d rather have a nice strong cup of Folgers or, when I go west, MJB. No cream, no sugar, just strong and hot. Every once in a while I’ll drip a half teaspoon or so of Adams’ Best Vanilla Exract in the grounds before brewing.
Make coffee. Drop in a horse shoe. If the horseshoe sinks, the coffee isn’t strong enough. If the horseshoe starts to dissolve, add a little water.
Community® coffee, dark roast with a ½ shot of Frangelico®.
McDonald’s drive thru blend. Highly recommended for activist college students expecting others to pay for their birth control. And any one dating them.
# 29 Thanks Doug– that was way Kool— and Natalie too– Congratulations on the signing— I think— lots of people want a chunck eh?