I’m about to give up, trying not to, telling yourself you’ve come this far, just a little more up ahead.
I don’t know how or why I keep lying to myself about this.
I got started on coffee with your everyday 3-in-1 mixes. Then, started making mocha with Nescafe Gold and Swiss Miss. Got a French Press, and started making better lattes with foamy milk. Then I discovered the joys of making cold brew coffee. It was an ongoing experiment of getting the formula and recipie right.
Now, I’ve managed to have some equipment like a few empty liquor bottles, a weighing scale, a handheld ceramic burr coffee grinder, and some quality local Arabica beans from Sagada, Mountain Province. These have a balanced flavor and have a slightly sweet aftertaste. It has strong notes of dark chocolate and tobacco, mostly whiffed during the grinding process, An earthy flavor hits first on initial contact, a strong presence of tobacco follows soon right after, and a dark chocolate aftertaste trails a few seconds after swallowing.
I had a few mistakes when making the brew. It turns out 16 hours is too long and the coffee has become sour at that point. A barista friend suggested to immerse for less than 12 hours, and try 8 hours even. True enough, quality has greatly improved and there is no more sourness in the coffee. While there is no absolute ratio in terms of making a batch, I was told that a ratio of 1:10 is a good start. That is, for every gram of coffee, use 10mL water. In this case, I had 100g of coffee for a 1L batch. This is just right for me, but there is room for adjustment depending on how strong you want it to be.
Right now, I’m just enjoying my glass of cold brew while trying to grep all these papers thrown at me.
Had a copy of her album some time ago, but subsequently forgotten. Was reminded of it again when a friend suggested her and gave it a serious listen. I can’t believe I let a gem like this sit out for so long, her voice is lovely.
“Isulat sa tubig ang utang ng kapatid.”
Hay. Ang mahirap kasi dito ‘yung salitang “utang” nagiging “pahingi” na kasi.
I glanced at the syringe to my left. The usual thought came.
“At least, not yet.”
While discussing with a professor about the Panopticon by Focault, he told me this:
“Deviance is pointless because when you deviate from the norm, it means you are recognizing the legitimacy of the norm and are actively acting against it.”
I am speechless *cue jaw drop*. That shook me really hard.