This fluorescent ceiling light at the office was the only way I could light the droplets of oil. I was surprised that it turned the black coffee to a shade of brown.
Very creamy, delicious, as I stated above. Doesn’t need any doctoring at all. No sugar, use a dark roast, and the bitterness isn’t really there. I’m guessing its all the rich fats they are using.
I may get it again.
With dear friends Chris and Judy in their new, brand spanking new apartment in NoMa.
And a fiddly microwave.
And something called Bear Grog, honey vodka, and an Abita espresso milk stout. Dinner was chicken pot pie and it was delicious.
So I’ve cut my hair.
What I’ve learned so far:
Sometimes, people who have not seen me with short hair before will ask, “Can I touch it?” and then touch it without waiting for an answer. I know this isn’t exactly like when pregnant women have to fend off people rubbing their bellies, but I am slightly more empathetic about being touched without permission.
