Kammys Musing

There are certain memory recollections that are clear as day to me, like the first time I tried sushi.
Ordering Western-style coffee (latte, espresso etc) is not one of them.

Knowing how I used to think, I bet the first time I ordered one would be an espresso, because that’s what I normally see on TV. Just being able to say the word “espresso” made me feel like a French speaker. Uber-cool for a 20 year old if you ask me back then.

I still don’t understand the coffee culture even after 13 years in Perth.
Maybe the fact that we don’t have a Starbucks outlet here doesn’t accelerate my coffee knowledge like my friends back in Malaysia.
Maybe I don’t have that many friends to hang out with at the ubiquitous Dome/Coffee Club here.

I can’t fathom what makes a coffee delicious – is it the temperature? Smell? Bitterness? Zestiness? The latte art? Companion you are with?

To me it’s just some hot, bitter beverage coming into contact with my mouth. Comforting on a cold day. Occasionally the smell itself would triggered something inside me.

I went through a period of drinking black coffee without sugar. I will get a shiver after sipping it; the words coming out from my mouth is a mix of regret and cursing. Like Tuco from Breaking Bad saying “Tight! Tight! Tight!”
So bad that I usually make a mental note not to order it again. Not long after a mental eraser pops up, wiping off the earlier note and I’ll repeat the same order. A depresso situation.

A few of us were chatting and somehow the topic of coffee came about. A friend, with a big smile and her eyes squeezed tight mentioned how she enjoyed this particular coffee in a capsule. So good there was a time she quickly whipped up another cup after the first one was done. That ecstasy look on her face, I will never forget.

Nowadays the safe option for me would be latte; the higher milk ratio to coffee makes it bearable. Will add 2 tsp sugar if I feel like it.

There are predictable outcomes when I consume coffee; usually it’s either my shoulders feel sore or it has a laxative effect.
I’ll drink more water and just wait a few hours if I feel sore.
I’m ok with the latter effect and at times welcome them, as long as there is no urge to go while I’m on a public transport or while I’m at work ie driving. It’s a horrible, horrible experience.

Just because I don’t enjoy coffee much like some of you (yet); I currently do enjoy watching these 2 baristas.
If I have the time to spend and wanted to feel like a scholar, I’ll watch James Hoffman on Youtube.
If I just feel like browsing through something in minutes, I’ll check out MorganDrinksCoffee on Instagram.

Stay hungry, stay safe.