The AH Coffee Shop and Reading Room 09

I use locally roasted coffee, which may be anything from light roast to dark roast depending on what's available and how I feel when I buy it. I use a Capresso burr grinder that produces an even grind over a range of settings, make it with a one-cup Melita cone, and drink it black.
 
I like the style of pot Chloe uses-very nice ones.

But coffee only comes one way–black–trust me. The way you make it is fine–really good, too. Every GI will tell you that right to your face. If even one waivers, you can guess who gets the job of fixing the coffee for the rest of their time in service...

As a kid and teen, I drank coffee with milk and sugar. In the Army at eighteen, it was coffee any way Cookie made it: black with grounds on top of older grounds or pee-water thin; it didn't matter. Even if it was syrup-level thick and you had to cut it with a knife, it was just the way we liked it–every time.

Now, it's Folgers in a cup prepared in a thirty-year-old eight-cup percolator. The grounds are replaced daily, though, and no knife is needed. It's still black.

My only problem today is that I sit writing erotica and forget to drink the cup at hand. When my fingers are numb from the neuropathy, I reach for the cup and choke a bit on a cold swallow. I have to head back to the pot and top it off to appease the brain senses that call for it to be at least warm when swallowed.

And, if I didn't already write it, I like how everyone here prepares it when I show up for a tasty cup–it's just how I like it!
 
I noted a while back I was writing a story for a fan/fic admirer of a television series starlet. It is complete now and back from Kenjisato's editing process. I made the corrections and sent it to Laurel for posting. The plot involves Julie Teeger, a teen turning eighteen on the old Monk show and a fan. I customized the MS Word version for the admirer with features Lit doesn't support: color fonts, pictures, and wraparound block text.

I have to say, I like the idea of being able to shape it like a booklet - polished so to speak. It would be nice if Lit had those features. 'Whatever will be, will be' as that old Spanish song goes.

The story might post in a few days or after the 4th of July if not sooner. 'Max Dates Julie Teeger' is the coming title.
 
Coffee... At home, arpeggio capsules from Nespresso.

I know, I know, but first thing in the morning with a couple of slices of toast for breakfast, it's fine. One step up from instant, and cheaper than buying one at the cafe near work.
 
I included Vietnamese Coffee in a story yesterday... I forgot how good that stuff is. The perfect coffee for camping too!

But at the moment my can of Trung Nguyen is empty, and I'll put a pot of good ol' American brew.

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It's going to be a hot one today. Already 81 degrees at 8 AM. With a threat of thunderstorms today, it's a good day to stay inside and enjoy the air conditioning after hitting up the farmers market.
 
Sunday morning, coffee and croissants. The wind is coming is from the Antarctic and top temp will be 9C. Wind chill is nasty.

I'll freshen the coffee and rinse out the teapot. It's going to be an inside day.
 
We're getting rain in the desert. The second thunderstorm of the day is coming through as I type, and with luck I'll finish before another power flicker knocks the computer out again.

I think I'll have a chance to work on my WIP for a while. It is slowly inching along.
 
We've been having a daily deluge at 4:00 PM every day, which is how it's supposed to be here. I remember it being like that in Spain, huge nasty storms that lasted an hour, every day at 4:00 PM (as day shift walked home from work)

Real southern dinner tonight, deep fried pork chops, deep fried zucchini, and collard greens. I was hoping for cucumber salad but they were out.
 
I awoke from the sound of the step son stumbling in at 6:00 AM after a night of poker. I wish he'd go back to surfing, he only does that in the daylight hours.

Coffee is on, but this morning for me I'll have a cuppa

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The female protagonist is Geisha Shizu, a 150-year-old Japanese ghost who inhabits an antique photograph. This excerpt is her short story of how she came to be there:

Hector leaned close because Shizu’s voice was but a whisper. “Young Samurai like my master wanted change and Emperor, and old Samurai fought them both. Young Samurai every turn won, and old Samurai longed for revenge.

“I to my lover went on fine summer day to be stopped by man with camera. ‘Photograph for your master,’ he told me, and I for my lover posed. But he was sorcerer sent by my master’s enemy. My soul he captured in his infernal box. I died, and my world and I, he printed on a plate of glass.”

Is this total gibberish, or do you think readers might follow it?
 
The female protagonist is Geisha Shizu, a 150-year-old Japanese ghost who inhabits an antique photograph. This excerpt is her short story of how she came to be there:



Is this total gibberish, or do you think readers might follow it?
Not gibberish at all and very understandable. Honestly the way it sounds makes me think of feudal Japan.
 
Sitting looking out my backyard at the bird shenanigans while drinking a cup of peach tea.
Bliss.
Bonus, I took a shower today which in my current physical condition is a major accomplishment.
Have a great day all. Peace, love and happiness.
 
Sitting looking out my backyard at the bird shenanigans while drinking a cup of peach tea.
Bliss.
Bonus, I took a shower today which in my current physical condition is a major accomplishment.
Have a great day all. Peace, love and happiness.
Glad to have you back, especially since the shower.

Thanks for your thoughts on Shizu's voice. Articles (a, and, the) are sneaking in, and it's a struggle to keep them under control.
 
The female protagonist is Geisha Shizu, a 150-year-old Japanese ghost who inhabits an antique photograph. This excerpt is her short story of how she came to be there:



Is this total gibberish, or do you think readers might follow it?
I like it! I deal a lot with non native English speaking and for an Asian attempting English this is quite good.
 
Quit my soft drink habit about two months ago, but broke my fast this morning. It's gonna be a lousy day and I figured I might as well have one thing that goes my way today. Ya'll have a good one.
 
Quit my soft drink habit about two months ago, but broke my fast this morning. It's gonna be a lousy day and I figured I might as well have one thing that goes my way today. Ya'll have a good one.
Were I trying to break a bad habit, then starting my day be giving in wouldn't be a good start. I hope the rest of your day is better than you expect.

I checked on my garden to see how things fared through yesterday's storms. Things were mostly okay, except that the waist-high sweet corn was flattened to the ground. If I were a farmer instead of a gardener, the crop would probably be a write-off. But I am a gardener, so I stood the plants up and firmed the soil around their roots. Maybe they'll have enough time to get re-established, maybe they won't. Today and tomorrow both have a significant chance of more thunderstorms.
 
I mostly drink cheap 3-in-1 coffee, and even that happens rarely. Are tea drinkers accepted here? I have a selection of teas straight from Portugal, the only tea growing country in Europe!
 
I mostly drink cheap 3-in-1 coffee, and even that happens rarely. Are tea drinkers accepted here? I have a selection of teas straight from Portugal, the only tea growing country in Europe!
Tea drinkers, Coffee drinkers, and switch hitters like me are all welcome here.
 
I drink tea too, sometimes--cold, on ice, with a little lemon. But right now, I'm having a blackberry-flavored seltzer while I cool off from mowing the lawn.
 
Thanks. Is it the story that seems cheezy, or her phrasing?
The story is fine. I immediately thought it could be an Amorous Goods tale. It was her phrasing that was a bit odd, but I suppose someone from 1870 Japan wouldn't have much of a chance to hear a lot of English.
 
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