The morning I took the photos stitched together for the panorama above I was sitting on my balcony, enjoying a cup of "real" coffee and admiring the view. By "real" coffee I mean ground Peet's coffee brought from home and brewed in my room. Don't get me started on Starbucks, please.
As snobbish as it may sound I have a difficult time trying to get by with the usual pencil-thin cylinders of instant Nescafe powder that seem to be the standard in 95% of Thai hotels that provide a hot pot and coffee/tea things.
While it has done in a pinch - if you add a packet of powdered CoffeeMate to cut the mix somewhat you do have a hot beverage - but it's not a cup of coffee. Oh, all right: it's coffee in the most general and lose definition of the word.
I don't recall when but I'm sure we've covered travel brewing items in the past, although I don't think I'd included a picture, so to save the thousand words I'm adding one to the end of today's post. In fact, it was taken the morning the skyline was, for what (little) that's worth.
Coffee's not doing it for me today, however. It's income tax time in the USA, and for a variety of reasons I'm sure aren't important enough to go into here I'm dealing with the preparation of eight (count 'em - eight) different returns... and as organized as I think I am there are always a few items of documentation to run down and get to the competent and kindly accountant who I've worked with for the past decade or so.
Did I mention that I despise doing paperwork? I do. As executor for a few members of my family I've been known to drag my feet and pushed deadlines even when it means to do so holds up significant amounts of monies due me. That's how much I detest paperwork. Show me a form requiring a copy of certain pages of a trust and a copy of a death certificate and suddenly the prospect of cleaning the entire patio area with a toothbrush becomes both important-sounding and attractive.
I've come by this honestly, as neither of my parents cared for forms and legalities, either, but that just explains it... it doesn't get the task done. So, I can hear the coffee ready out in the kitchen, and although I'm going to be daydreaming about the birds singing as they swooped by my balcony perch, I'm going to be dealing with tax forms the rest of the afternoon and evening.
Yuck. Just plain yuck.
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| A basic Melita No. 2 travel filter cone, as mentioned in the post today. Available for a couple of dollars in most cooking/houseware departments. |
2 comments:
I do see why Nescafe is the talk of the town out here, most asians are lactose intolerant, and they like it sweet.:P
It is gradually changing to more drip coffee, but trying to get them to leave out the "plastic milk" is a chore.
They do indeed often like coffee sweet... sometimes three kinds of sweetener for your instant Nescafe!
Your comment gave me an idea for a different post on personalizing the usual hotel amenities on offer - thank you!
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