I CAN QUIT WHENEVER I WANT BETH YOU HAVE TO PLEASE JUST STOP NAGGING ME ABOUT THE GODDAMN COFFEE I DO NOT HAVE A PROBLEM. YOU’RE THE ONE WITH THE PROBLEM, MAYBE. NOT ME.
That’s so MEAN! I can’t drink it because I had a goddam bleeding ulcer. So enjoy it for me, OK? (And if I didn’t live in a French city there would be decaf espresso to be had without the accompanying withering or (at best) pitying looks from the waitstaff - that is, when it’s even on the menu. So, like I said - enjoy your beautiful cup of coffee, Chris. Yeah, I know - you did.
Chris,
I’m glad you took my advice and decided to medicate yourself… ;) ;) ;)
I did the same this afternoon, trying my damnedest to staunch the painful flow of my broken heart. I know, that’s a terrible sentence, needing a good EDITOR… lol
I also spent some time with my Tibetan singing bowl. It’s from the 17th century, and the best damned $150 I ever spent. It takes you places.
Beth, come visit. I’ll take you to Berkeley where the pretentious people don’t scowl at you if you order decaf fat-free lactose free soy lattes with pumpkin spice and a cinnamon stick. In a bowl instead of a cup. With Frosted Flakes.
Plain decaf espresso is hardcore by comparison.
And Vicki, I do suck, because that lovely crema was photographed inside a Starbucks.
Chris,
I think you need to organize a CRN get-together up in Stumptown. I’ll buy you a lovely Stumptown coffee beverage of your choice and supply 2 little old dogs for you to scritch and hug. By little I mean about 45-50 lbs each and old means Sleek is 13.5 and Fluff almost 12.
Thought you gave that stuff up! Damn, it looks good!
Mmmmmm. Comfort.
I CAN QUIT WHENEVER I WANT BETH YOU HAVE TO PLEASE JUST STOP NAGGING ME ABOUT THE GODDAMN COFFEE I DO NOT HAVE A PROBLEM. YOU’RE THE ONE WITH THE PROBLEM, MAYBE. NOT ME.
(It was really good.)
Crema!
I have a nice little Gaggia. But will it produce crema for me? No. Not even when I give it my own, home-roasted, properly outgassed beans!
You suck.
OK, not really.
That’s so MEAN! I can’t drink it because I had a goddam bleeding ulcer. So enjoy it for me, OK? (And if I didn’t live in a French city there would be decaf espresso to be had without the accompanying withering or (at best) pitying looks from the waitstaff - that is, when it’s even on the menu. So, like I said - enjoy your beautiful cup of coffee, Chris. Yeah, I know - you did.
Chris, if you ever come visit me, I will make you some mean espresso.
And Beth, you should come visit me, and I will make you some mean decaf. I’ve got access to what I’m pretty sure is the best espresso in Burlington.
Chris,
I’m glad you took my advice and decided to medicate yourself… ;) ;) ;)
I did the same this afternoon, trying my damnedest to staunch the painful flow of my broken heart. I know, that’s a terrible sentence, needing a good EDITOR… lol
I also spent some time with my Tibetan singing bowl. It’s from the 17th century, and the best damned $150 I ever spent. It takes you places.
Hugs,
Sravana
Beth, come visit. I’ll take you to Berkeley where the pretentious people don’t scowl at you if you order decaf fat-free lactose free soy lattes with pumpkin spice and a cinnamon stick. In a bowl instead of a cup. With Frosted Flakes.
Plain decaf espresso is hardcore by comparison.
And Vicki, I do suck, because that lovely crema was photographed inside a Starbucks.
No one could accuse you of not being honest! (And hey, thanks for not one but TWO invitations for coffee!)
You mean you could’ve had this and you went to Starbucks instead? It must be a dire situation, indeed.
=v= Looks good, but I dunno, is it Blue Bottle good?
Amateurs. PCP enemas are the new thing.
Chris,
I think you need to organize a CRN get-together up in Stumptown. I’ll buy you a lovely Stumptown coffee beverage of your choice and supply 2 little old dogs for you to scritch and hug. By little I mean about 45-50 lbs each and old means Sleek is 13.5 and Fluff almost 12.