That was informative. My sister made a drink that was surprisingly good. I think it was decaf coffee crystals, one teaspoon Quik or Hershey's syrup, can't remember, and no-fat half and half, all whipped frothy with stick blender. Then crushed ice added.
I actually have a stick blender that I got for making soap, but never got around to it.
The best I've had is, honestly, water at the right temperature pushed through AeroPress. I gave one to a Hari Krishna friend who is well chuffed with his French press so it languished. I told him go ahead and regift if please, that won't bug me one bit, and his girlfriend cracked up laughing. I have no idea what she found funny about that. The Hari Krishna guy understood perfectly and responded sincerely. His girlfriend is a hag. She looks like Moritcia. Maybe that was a previous one, they all look goth. This one is artist with some attachment to a pickle-family. The crunchy one, whatever that is. Vlasic. That's it. That is her name. She laughed.
I gave one to another person who wore his out and had to buy a replacement plunger or a whole 'nuther thing. By scrubbing it each time. He likes it so much he bought others as gifts too. And he saw me make coffee and said, "Well, that certainly is different." I add so much shit coffee becomes background flavor. I overwhelm it with other things.
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Well done, funny and informative. I just noticed a distressing fact: bald guys are often much younger than me. When the hell did that happen?
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That was informative. My sister made a drink that was surprisingly good. I think it was decaf coffee crystals, one teaspoon Quik or Hershey's syrup, can't remember, and no-fat half and half, all whipped frothy with stick blender. Then crushed ice added.
I actually have a stick blender that I got for making soap, but never got around to it.
I drew a picture to show the distress put on my last good nerve.
The best I've had is, honestly, water at the right temperature pushed through AeroPress. I gave one to a Hari Krishna friend who is well chuffed with his French press so it languished. I told him go ahead and regift if please, that won't bug me one bit, and his girlfriend cracked up laughing. I have no idea what she found funny about that. The Hari Krishna guy understood perfectly and responded sincerely. His girlfriend is a hag. She looks like Moritcia. Maybe that was a previous one, they all look goth. This one is artist with some attachment to a pickle-family. The crunchy one, whatever that is. Vlasic. That's it. That is her name. She laughed.
I gave one to another person who wore his out and had to buy a replacement plunger or a whole 'nuther thing. By scrubbing it each time. He likes it so much he bought others as gifts too. And he saw me make coffee and said, "Well, that certainly is different." I add so much shit coffee becomes background flavor. I overwhelm it with other things.
And frankly, my nerves are shot.
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