Library books and dvd gotten, order for others placed – I joined a new library today. Pens, oranges and coffee bought. I was rather chuffed to see Whittards was still in the centre of Leeds (a favourite of mine back in the 20th century) but somewhat perplexed by their descriptions of coffee beans – lemon and cacao, or blueberry heaven with a cherry on top and so on. So often I don’t know whether I’m in a baker’s, Lush or a cafe! The person behind the counter spoke quickly in a whispering voice – not helpful with the din of a grinding machine in the background. He looked at me in that what do you know about coffee way. I looked at him in that how come you don’t know your Brazilian from your Continental. Show me the beans I said. I need to see them and smell them.
Yes those I said. How much he asked. Go for it I said, I won’t be getting any more for a year oh and I want them ground extra fine for Turkish/Greek coffee, can you do that? That’s finer than fine. Fine enough to powder my face with. So he got on with the job, took my details, struggled to spell my email address and name. I gave him my business card :p Then he asked me: what kind of machinery do you use to make Turkish coffee? <cue Oliver Hardy stare at the camera from me>. I replied in my best non-patronising manner: a coffee pot with a long handle that goes on the hob/stove top. A small non-stick saucepan would do. He looked a little taken aback. Bless…. #coffeetalk