Coffee, Powerlines and other Stimuli:
Up for a cup? Always. I’m ALWAYS up for a cup of joe. I’ll have it in all forms. Hot, cold, was hot, mocha, latte, just a shot, whatever it is… yes please, I’m a junkie.
Traveling and on a lean budget leads to a lot of instant coffee. At times you only have a kettle and a 7-11. I’ve dug old espresso makers out of the back of cupboards and brought them back to life. I need my fix…
I have searched for a good instant blend and maybe I have just gotten used to them rather than think they are good. “Acceptable” is common.
But when the price is right I find the local joe.
Bali and other places seem to put what I call weasel coffee (Luwak in Bali) on a high pedestal. Like lobster of the seafood category, This coffee is harvested after passing through a mongoose, roasted and priced accordingly.
Yes, you can taste the difference between male and female brew. Enough of that crap. Let’s talk about Vietnam.
Vietnam offered, and I couldn’t turn down, cà phê sữa nong. Slow pour over espresso with condensed milk. Small but powerful.
Just yesterday I had a beautiful Coffee Coa in Denmark. A shot of espresso and a piece of chocolate melted into it. Hygge in a cup. There is no photographic evidence of the actual cup but this one came close. It’s a cappuccino in a red cafe with candles on every table. Lovely and 25 Krone.
Ok enough coffee. What is up with the electricians in Vietnam, Cambodia, and Thailand? Is there a contest I’m missing?
There are lines laying on the ground and hanging low across sidewalks in Da Nang begging the question, “It that hot?”. I didn’t stick around to find out.
Code? What Code? I’m not an electrician but I do know this wouldn’t fly in my neighborhood.
Other stimuli: Pull tab Beers.