Every morning for a number of years I’ve (in general) had a cup of coffee. This doesn’t take away from the wild fables of my tea-drinking persona (for I love tea, as a quick perusal of previous blog posts will prove), but it does add to the depth of the flavors I tend to partake in daily. Coffee is good. It tastes good and it is good. Could it be better? I used to wonder that. I switched, initially, from major brands to small, organic, fair-trade outfits. The taste improved considerably. Eventually I switched brewing methods. I moved from the relative convenience of the fully programmable drip method to the french press, and eventually even added some other more exotic methods. I no longer own a drip method brewer, and I’ve never been happier to reclaim counter top space. But could there be more? Surely, thermometers, certain water, certain coffee, certain method of brewing and other particularities helped me get what I thought was the perfect cup of coffee in my home. But could there be more?
Potato Coffee. It sounds amazing, doesn’t it? What could it possibly be? Perhaps some new brewing method involving a favorite starch? Perhaps a unique blend, much like the teas I so love. A unique mix of different flavors. A potato hint on the nose to a stunning cup of joe. No. It is none of these things (sadly). While sitting comfortably in the morning drinking my cup of coffee, in silent contemplation, my son arose from some hiding place wielding a potato, and threw it quite accurately at my cup of coffee. Oh! The mess! Everywhere! The unwashed spud blended badly with my perfect cup of coffee. Never again, I swore to myself, would I ever let him near a potato. Never again, I swore to myself, would potato coffee be part of my morning routine.