Revisiting the Subject of Coffee

 

Nescafe Gold Espresso. Jefferson City, Missouri. Photo: Mzuriana.

 

I have a new instant coffee love. Its tagline is velvety crema. And it is velvety, in flavor, mouthfeel, and visual presentation in the jar.  Nescafe Gold Espresso. Subtitle: Intense. 

I typically only drink instant coffee when I'm on the road, especially camping. But my coffee maker expired one day, and while I dithered over whether and how to replace it, I pulled out my instant coffee cache pending my eventual decision.

As it happened, a friend was moving, and he didn't intend to take his coffee maker with him. I asked if I might adopt it, and he generously agreed.

So I'm back with my usual brew routine, but with summer here, I've also taken a liking to iced coffee made with instant.

These recent developments have me reminiscing on past coffee-related posts: 

• 2011 March: Ethiopia: A Sweet Coffee Goodbye in Nazret
• 2011 July: Rustavi: In the Society of Women
• 2011 September: Keshalo: A Tiny Adventure
• 2012 January: Dubai: The Creek: Bur Dubai Side
  
• 2012 February: Travel Blasphemy #1: Turkish Coffee
• 2016 April: Coffee and Salt: The Essences of Life
• 2016 August: Colorado: Big Coffee
  
• 2016 September: Colorado: Coffee Trials
  
• 2016 November: Louisiana: Where I Found My True Love
  
• 2016 December: El Paso: Coffee, Design, and Geography
  
• 2017 February: El Paso: Coffee Box
  
• 2018 May: Arrow Rock Camping, Part 1: Cold Coffee and Some Walks
  
• 2019 February: Las Cruces, New Mexico: You Look Lovely in the Morning
  
• 2021 November: Gulf Shores, Alabama: Thanksgiving 2021
  

 

A coffee slide show below: 

 

#30

10 Years Ago: Rootless: Goodbye, Friend

You wouldn't think a minimalist like me would get attached to mere ... things, would you? 

But I do, and I think wistfully of items that have fallen by the wayside because they've plumb worn out or been (no!) lost. 

Just last month I had to "transition" a much-loved blouse because it seemed to have begun to, er, actually disintegrate along the placket.

And my jean jacket, oh my jean jacket, is doing the same along the cuff line of my right sleeve.

I bought both of these beloveds in second-hand stores some years ago.

 

My worn, beloved jean jacket. March 2024. Credit: Mzuriana.

 

I sighed when I revisited this post from 2014. I've still not found a worthy replacement.  

Sunday, May 18, 2014

Rootless: Goodbye, Friend

Time to say good-bye, friend.

You went with me to innumerable festivals, and to Ethiopia, to Mexico, to Caucasus Georgia, to Dubai, to Istanbul, to Armenia, to New Mexico, and finally, to Louisiana.

We were such a perfect fit. I liked resting my hand on your shoulder, and to have your arm draped across mine. You protected my valuables. You carried my books. My water. My camera. You never complained.

Who could have predicted all of the adventures we'd share when we first met at that second-hand store? 

I'll never forget you. 

Yes, even though I must replace you, know that you will always be my true love.

Goodbye, bag.