Showing posts with label coffee. Show all posts
Showing posts with label coffee. Show all posts

Monday, August 1, 2011

If you give a Swede breakfast in St. Louis...

...you should take her to Crepes, at least this particular Swede.  Fantastic coffee (real italian espresso), and made-from scratch amazing breakfast dishes.  Here are some we tried:


 Crepes: Croque Monsieur
Croque Monsieur - cheese, mustard and ham all melted inside a croissant.  Has to be eaten with knife and fork and fantastic.  Not healthy though.

Crepes: French Toast

Towering French toast (fattiga riddare in Swedish), with whipped cream and strawberries.

Crepes: Oatmeal with nuts and brown sugar

The healthy option, if you don't add all that brown sugar in the little bowl, was oatmeal with apples. I loved the presentation of this one.

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Really good things from our kitchen


My very first homemade cherry pie came delicious! And nect to it, AREA's cappucino in her handmade cappucino mug, ready to be swept into her mouth. Nice things, indeed.

Thursday, April 7, 2011

Stamp of the Day: Espresso

In honor of our new machine in the kitchen! Swedish stamps of Italian espressos.  Yummy!

Friday, November 26, 2010

Book review: American Terroir by Rowan Jacobsen


This is one great book: American Terroir by Rowan Jacobsen.  One not too thick, not too dense, not too preachy, not too boring, not too silly, not too detailed, not too American book.  American terroir (not terror, not terrier, but terroir – as in the land and microclimate that give wines special flavors, "the taste of place") is a book that takes us on a tour around North America to ten great food products, and their greatness are because of where they are grown and the history and climate of the place.

Rowan Jacobsen writes in a funny but detailed way, giving you an abundance of history, science, and culture in short but dense sentences that never become a chore to read.  In fact, when I fell asleep reading this at night I was unhappy because I wanted to continue reading it, not go to sleep. This is in stark opposition to Michael Pollan’s The Omnivore’s Dilemma (TOD), which I am struggling to finish after a year of trying to get into it.  I ought to like TOD, because I ought to like Michael Pollan and his work for better food and agriculture in America, but I just don’t like it that much.  This book, this little gem of red rowanberries, this I LOVE! 

The chapters deal with the following ingredients and food products: maple syrup from Vermont, coffee from Panama, apple cider from New England and apples from Washington State, honeys from everywhere, potatoes from Prince Edward Island, wild mushrooms and native plants in southeastern Canada, oysters from Puget Sound in the Pacific Northwest, avocados from Mexico, Yukon River King Salmon, unusual wines from California, cheese from Vermont, and chocolate from Chiapas in Mexico. 

While reading this book my brain kept constant notes on which people I would recommend each chapter to (coffee to my brother, salmon to my husband, etc.) but in the end, I will have to recommend the whole book to everybody.  There is no best chapter, they are all great.  It is easy reading, but chock-full of great facts and stories. Each chapter ends with a few recipes and a list of suppliers and websites for more information.

Rowan Jacobsen manages to teach the reader a lot of plant genetics, breeding history, soil science, and microbiology without the reader even noticing – we are too busy just enjoying the story.  By highlighting not just the local food and sustainability, but the connection of these foods to the natural places, history of its people, and personal stories, Jacobsen made me want to know more and more about our little corner on this Earth and its connections to the past.

This book was a great surprise and a great find, and I recommend it to anybody – chocolate fanatics, oyster nerds, historians, and food people, grandmothers, teenagers, and husbands, Swedes, and Americans, and any mycologists and farmers out there.  It is just a GREAT book, probably one of the best non-fiction books I have read in 5 years.  (Catching Fire by Richard Wrangham was also great, but this is more mainstream). It seems like many people like this book - I just found some of the reviews here. A new classic, indeed. 

The only thing I missed was a detailed index, please, publishers, don't skip on this.  We need indices! Books on paper don't have Google attached to them.

 Here are some excerpts to give you a feel for the writing style:

(on maple syrup):
"Caramelization is one of those unlikely tricks that reminds you that the world is magical and mysterious. It's the flavor equivalent of using a prism to transform white light into a rainbow. In this case, the prism is heat, which breaks and odorless sugar molecule (sucrose) into a rainbow of delightful aroma compounds."

(on cheese):
"Cheese used to be something that nature did spontaneously, We didn't design the cheese so much as guide it, like an equestrian riding a horse. The cheese powered itself and the cheesemaker gave it some direction."

(on oysters):
"A geoduck looks like something that might owe a lot of money to Jabba the Hutt. A giant clam that burrows so deep that armor becomes superfluous, it maintains a vestigial shell that sticks to its backside like a G-string on a sumo wrestler."

(on apples):
It turns out that, given a choice, people overwhelmingly go for the reddest apple. So growers kept selecting for the reddest. They were not, however, selecting for the tastiest. Eventually, Red Delicious apples eclipsed fire-engine red and reached a color imaginatively described as 'midnight-red'. And most are virtually inedible, with dry flesh and thick skin.  Good-tasting apples have small, tightly packed cells that break apart at first bite, spilling their juice in all directions.  Red Delicious have cottony, dry cells with too much air in between."

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Wednesday, January 6, 2010

New words for real things

Just got a very funny e-mail about the "winners of the Washington Post's annual Mensa Invitational, which once again asked readers to take any word from the dictionary, alter it by adding, subtracting, or changing one letter, and supply a new definition". These are hilarious. Some research on the web tells us though that the newspaper Washington Post has no such real competition, however, they are playing along. Apparently this list has circulated on the internet for many years, with readers adding new definitions along the way. Anyway, some of these new words and definitions are very funny. I think bozone might be my favorite, or maybe Belzebug. Here you go, enjoy:

Cashtration (n.): The act of buying a house, which renders the subject financially impotent for an indefinite period of time.

Intaxication: Euphoria at getting a tax refund, which lasts until you realize it was your money to start with.

Reintarnation: Coming back to life as a hillbilly.

Bozone (n.): The substance surrounding stupid people that stops bright ideas from penetrating. The bozone layer, unfortunately, shows little sign of breaking down in the near future.

Giraffiti: Vandalism spray-painted very, very high.

Sarchasm: The gulf between the author of sarcastic wit and the Person who doesn't get it.

Inoculatte: To take coffee intravenously when you are running late.

Karmageddon: It's like, when everybody is sending off all these really bad vibes, right? And then, like, the Earth explodes and it's like, a serious bummer.

Decafalon (n.): The gruelling event of getting through the day consuming only things that are good for you.

Glibido: All talk and no action.

Dopeler Effect: The tendency of stupid ideas to seem smarter when they come at you rapidly.

Arachnoleptic Fit (n.): The frantic dance performed just after you've accidentally walked through a spider web.

Beelzebug (n.): Satan in the form of a mosquito, that gets into your bedroom at three in the morning and cannot be cast out.

Caterpallor (n.): The color you turn after finding half a worm in the fruit you're eating.

Thursday, November 5, 2009

Deadman's Reach


I feel I must contribute...I just love the graphic on Deadman's Reach. I´m not a coffee-drinker myself but I would like to have this if I was.
Strong and black, no sugar och milky stuff added. A pity I don´t like the taste... I suppose I just like the idea.
More about coffee on the website by Rawensbrew.

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Apropos coffee whitener... (see below)

I believe the coffee just ground here at home for tomorrow morning is called Dead Mans Reach or something like that :). And it is never decaffeinated. (But I drink tea in the mornings, coffee is for the people that get up an hour earlier...)

OK snapshot:: White coffee

"No milk in my coffee, thanks."
Photo by OK in Stockholm.

Friday, May 23, 2008

Diner breakfast in Philly

From our recent trip: Diner breakfast in Philadelphia, very heavenly. I don't remember the place but it is a source for pilgriming on weekend mornings. The ketchup was homemade and delicious.

We had omelet (me) and 'shit on roof tiles' (PP). PP's was really called something else, but I can't remember the real name, this was the nickname among the workers. It is corned beef with white gravy and grits I think. PP can enlighten us in the comments.





















Tuesday, May 20, 2008

Food climate in relation to drinkables, another quote

Another thing, why do terrible cooks always have their houses so hot, their coffee so cold. - Betty MacDonald

I have always wondered that myself.

Thursday, May 15, 2008

Strong coffee

I bought a little book about food quotes:

The coffee was so strong is snarled as it lurched out of the pot. - Betty MacDonald

This quote make me think of my brother, O.K. I can imagine his espresso maker hissing and spurting really strong coffee drips....

Saturday, April 26, 2008

Last call

Yesterday Stockholm's nicest barista closed his coffee bar in Gamla Stan, so this called for a quick visit for a chat and a last shot of that black gold.

1 day left.

And look and behold who sits on the top shelf...


...and who is in the grinder too? No-one less than David Lynch! Ok, his signature coffee to be more precise.


So of course I had to have one. Good, but nothing special. No parallel realities, doppelgangers or even midgets appeared. ;)

Haugaard's Cuatro blend was a much better espresso, excellent even. Still without strange sensations though.

/O.K.
Listening to while posting: Vagn Holmboe - Symphony no. 2

Tuesday, April 22, 2008

Strong coffee, strong emotions

A freshly roasted Harrar is a serious matter...


"Strong coffee, and plenty, awakens me. It gives me a warmth, a pain that is not without pleasure. I would rather suffer than be senseless!" - Napoleon Bonaparte



Not all of Johann Sebastian Bach's cantatas were religious, one deals with another holy subject: Coffee.

J.S. Bach, an enthusiastic coffee drinker himself, wrote his "Coffee cantata" (BMV 211) somewhere in between 1732 and 1735 to the libretto written by Picander (Christian Friedrich Henrici). It premiered, fittingly, in Zimmermann's coffee house in Leipzig, Germany.

One should remember that the coffee craze that swept across Europe in the 17th and 18th centuries was not without controversy. In contrast to bars and beer halls where people drank themselves senseless, the coffee houses that opened in the cities all over Europe became places where people exchanged information, ideas and where political agendas and ideologies were born. I don't expect, however, the next revolution to be planned at Starbucks. ;)

The (not so) serious subject of Bach's "Coffee cantata" is about a father (Schlendrian) who, concerned for his daughter Liesgen's well-being, tries to get her give up her coffee drinking. She's not very willing though...

Be quiet, stop chattering,
and pay attention to what's taking place:
here comes Herr Schlendrian
with his daughter Liesgen;
he's growling like a honey bear.
Hear for yourselves, what she has done to him!

Schlendrian:

Don't one's children cause one
endless trials & tribulations!
What I say each day
to my daughter Liesgen
falls on stony ground.

Schlendrian:

You wicked child, you disobedient girl,
oh! when will I get my way;
give up coffee!

Liesgen:

Father, don't be so severe!
If I can't drink
my small cup of coffee three times daily,
then in my torment I will shrivel up
like a piece of roast goat.

Liesgen:

Mm! how sweet the coffee tastes,
more delicious than a thousand kisses,
mellower than muscatel wine.
Coffee, coffee I must have,
and if someone wishes to give me a treat,
ah, then pour me out some coffee!

Schlendrian:

If you don't give up drinking coffee
then you shan't go to any wedding feast,
nor go out walking.
oh! when will I get my way;
give up coffee!

Liesgen:

Oh well!
Just leave me my coffee!

Schlendrian:

Now I've got the little minx!
I won't get you a whalebone skirt
in the latest fashion.

Liesgen:

I can easily live with that.

Schlendrian:

You're not to stand at the window
and watch people pass by!

Liesgen:

That as well, only I beg of you,
leave me my coffee!

Schlendrian:

Furthermore, you shan't be getting
any silver or gold ribbon
for your bonnet from me!

Liesgen :

Yes, yes! only leave me to my pleasure!

Schlendrian:

You disobedient Liesgen you,
so you go along with it all!

Schlendrian:

Hard-hearted girls
are not so easily won over.
Yet if one finds their weak spot,
ah! then one comes away successful.

Schlendrian:

Now take heed what your father says!

Liesgen:

In everything but the coffee.

Schlendrian:

Well then, you'll have to resign yourself
to never taking a husband.

Liesgen:


Oh yes! Father, a husband!

Schlendrian:

I swear it won't happen.

Liesgen:

Until I can forgo coffee?
From now on, coffee, remain forever untouched!
Father, listen, I won't drink any

Schlendrian:

Then you shall have a husband at last!

Liesgen:

Today even
dear father, see to it!
Oh, a husband!
Really, that suits me splendidly!
If it could only happen soon
that at last, before I go to bed,
instead of coffee
I were to get a proper lover!

Old Schlendrian goes off
to see if he can find a husband forthwith
for his daughter Liesgen;
but Liesgen secretly lets it be known:
no suitor is to come to my house
unless he promises me,
and it is also written into the marriage contract,
that I will be permitted
to make myself coffee whenever I want.

A cat won't stop from catching mice,
and maidens remain faithful to their coffee.
The mother holds her coffee dear,
the grandmother drank it also,
who can thus rebuke the daughters!

/O.K.
Listening to while posting: Brooklyn Funk Essentials - The revolution was postponed because of rain

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

To see or not to see


...that is the question. I opened a new bag of coffee yesterday, Rwanda Gatsinga from Johan & Nyström, but it took me a whole day before I realized what the label showed. First I only saw a non-figurative color blob. Can you see it? Well, I have pretty much given it away now, I think. So, did you see it right away?

The coffee itself is great; sweet, creamy, nuts and mango and with a wonderful smell.

/O.K.
(Listening to while posting: Iannis Xenakis - Evryali)

Tuesday, September 11, 2007

City wildlife II

Not only are there blood-sucking beasts in the city jungle, Tarzan is seen from time to time as well swinging in the synthetic lianas...

Tarzan in a hurry...


...to get his fix of caffeine?


"Me Tarzan, you Barista!"

/O.K.

Wednesday, August 15, 2007

Label: La Bomba

Unopened/Pin not pulled

The latest purchase in the "Italian scooter-coffee" category. And with a name like "La Bomba" it calls for an african coffee machine, right?

/O.K.

Wednesday, August 1, 2007

Snapshot: Layers

In response to LS' post.
Why go to Arizona? I have a deserted espresso cup here in a similar style... Now where is the microscope? :)

Make sure your coffee is fresh, date it geologically!

/O.K.

Tuesday, July 17, 2007

Labels: Isola

I had to get the front end of the scooter as well, this blend has some robusta beans in it. I haven't decided which one I prefer yet, but Isola needs a finer grind than I can get. Time to modify the grinder perhaps. Anyway, nice label.

/O.K.
(Listening to while posting: Distant thunder)

Sunday, July 15, 2007

Labels: Bella

Bought this bag of coffee beans based on its nice label alone. If it has a scooter on it and is called 'Bella' it can' t be bad, right? Luckily, Johan & Nyström seem to know their stuff. First run with the newly repaired grinder 5:45 this morning went ok, the double espresso was nice. It will take a while to get the grinder adjusted, there is a limit to how much coffee I can consume each day...

/O.K.