People always write about how they have plans and outlines and shit on how to write a book.
Yea, yea, yea
Okay I have a plan tooo,
I need to check out coffee makers.
Okay I am really pissed right now, this stupid Blog will not let me make those cute indent things so I can list shit like I want to.
Fuck you Blogger asshole person in charge.
All right, back to cooking, I have a glass French press pot, (woohoo), a German stainless steel press pot and the leaky ass steamy pot. I may need to go to the store and look at equipment.
I have an electric small weenie coffee grinder, Electrolux (smuggled in from the US), those bastards that took all their business from Michigan to Mexico so that unemployed drug dealers could make a living.
I think I might also have to consider coffee beans, in that I am trying to make the greatest cup of coffee ever. And maybe water. I don't think we want to get to crazy on the water, but who knows.
So far I can get Lille beans, about 30 bucks a pound, Starbucks, gotta check the price, and there is a coffee outlet type store in the hotel, gotta find out when they open.
Okay, all this investigation has wiped me out and I gotta take a nap.
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Monday, November 14, 2011
I am taking over this Blog
I have given up on finding a real job and I have decided to write a cookbook.
I am not Julia Child, I am a person who hates cooking, kitchens and touching raw food. Preparing raw food sickens me. I find it disgusting.
I live in hell and have been in denial for over a year. It is time to bring some reality to my pitiful existence and try to feed myself.
I am having some trouble right now with the making of the coffee. I have always felt this was a nasty part of cooking and I entirely disagree with Big Daddy on how this should be done.
In my world you pick up a phone and call for coffee. In under 5 minutes a perfect cup of coffee is delivered to you. With a napkin and if the stars are aligned a muffin.
In BD world coffee is an ever changing kaleidoscope of wonder. Some days we have grounds mixed with beans, some days we prefer powder, some days we actually drink the puke that comes from a boiling pot.
Currently we are making coffee in an espresso type steam type machine. You put the grounds in the little basket and then you screw it up in the machine. Then you turn the button and it makes noise for about 5 seconds. It takes a break and then it starts up again, and maybe you will get some coffee. Unless there is no more water in the water type section of the machine. You never know about the water because it sometimes stays in the machine, and sometimes it does not. That is when you have water all over the counter. That is when you curse, I mean you say really bad words. Because now we have to do laundry. And really people, if I cannot cook, do you think I am Martha Stewart and can also write a home keeping book.
Not to take this off subject, but my washing machine can only do 5 dishtowels at a time.
So, I am going to really seriously look on the Internet how to make coffee with various grinds, machines, extraneous equipment and I am going to come up with the perfect way to make coffee in a shit hole and publish this recipe in my cookbook.
This could take a couple days, so don't get all crazy if you don't hear from me in a day or two. This is serious ass business.
I am not Julia Child, I am a person who hates cooking, kitchens and touching raw food. Preparing raw food sickens me. I find it disgusting.
I live in hell and have been in denial for over a year. It is time to bring some reality to my pitiful existence and try to feed myself.
I am having some trouble right now with the making of the coffee. I have always felt this was a nasty part of cooking and I entirely disagree with Big Daddy on how this should be done.
In my world you pick up a phone and call for coffee. In under 5 minutes a perfect cup of coffee is delivered to you. With a napkin and if the stars are aligned a muffin.
In BD world coffee is an ever changing kaleidoscope of wonder. Some days we have grounds mixed with beans, some days we prefer powder, some days we actually drink the puke that comes from a boiling pot.
Currently we are making coffee in an espresso type steam type machine. You put the grounds in the little basket and then you screw it up in the machine. Then you turn the button and it makes noise for about 5 seconds. It takes a break and then it starts up again, and maybe you will get some coffee. Unless there is no more water in the water type section of the machine. You never know about the water because it sometimes stays in the machine, and sometimes it does not. That is when you have water all over the counter. That is when you curse, I mean you say really bad words. Because now we have to do laundry. And really people, if I cannot cook, do you think I am Martha Stewart and can also write a home keeping book.
Not to take this off subject, but my washing machine can only do 5 dishtowels at a time.
So, I am going to really seriously look on the Internet how to make coffee with various grinds, machines, extraneous equipment and I am going to come up with the perfect way to make coffee in a shit hole and publish this recipe in my cookbook.
This could take a couple days, so don't get all crazy if you don't hear from me in a day or two. This is serious ass business.
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