I have been commuting every day this past week, leaving very early and arriving home quite late. I’ve been missing our coffee.
Really missing it.
For sprinkling overtop the perfectly foamed milk, I alternate between grated Mexican spiced chocolate (chocolate spiced with cinnamon and chili), cardamom or cinnamon. Lately, cinnamon has been my favourite. We keep those particular spices in alphabetically ordered jars on a little shelf beside the stove.
And this morning we inadvertently tried a new spice mix with our coffee. (Did you hear that ominous chord when I typed “new spice mix”?) A spice mix that caused the beautiful milk foam to disappear entirely. A spice mix that caused agonized wailing.
What was this spice mix that starts with “C”, you ask?
Brrr. I can hardly keep my fingers on the keyboard to type the words. It was:
- celery salt
Guess how it tasted.
Hint: Don’t try this at home.
At least it wasn’t straight cayenne.
Hmmm… on second thoughts, straight cayenne might have been better.
(Suffice it to say that the flavour was so bad that I almost longed for a styrofoam cup of store-bought hot brown liquid posing as coffee.)
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