The simple things in life
Are not things






Nor are they simple

I have written before about being a coffee snob. And its funny to me how such a simple thing as drinking coffee can get all complicated.

My own coffee snob-jectory has followed this convoluted path. At each step I felt I was at the apex of my game:

1. Instant coffee with milk and sugar.
2. Instant coffee with milk.
3. Flat white using expensive espresso machine and electric grinder.
4. Flat white using a Nespresso machine (Arpeggio capsules to be precise)
5. Long black using Nespresso.
6. Long black using French Press.

And now I have become a huge fan of the simple, analogue pour-over. Strong, hot, and black.
Only…just a second… not so simple:

Trendy glass and brushed aluminium hand grinder.
Premium single source Arabica beans.
Eco-friendly filter papers.
Goose neck kettle with built in thermometer.
A never ending quest for the perfect bespoke coffee mug.

Such snob-wankery. Guilty as charged.

PS yes, I am having Vegamite on toast with my long black. What of it?