Coffee!?

The Arabica Mocha Sunani (sp?) is also great, it is also one of their most expensive. $14 a pound I think.

Coffee Candy Review

Pocket coffee:This candy starts out with a carmelized sugar pocket for a sweet espresso liquid. The carmelized sugar is coated with European milk chocolate. The manufacturer (Fererro) claims that eating three pieces is equivalent to a shot of espresso, and I have to admit that I got a buzz off of the candy. I brought it in to work to share with co-workers. They loved it and asked for more.Review: Fantastic!


Coffee Rio: The consistency of this candy is similar to chewy caramel. It sticks to your molars, and tastes like a cup of coffee with lots of cream and sugar. This candy can be purchased by the bag at specialty grocery stores.Review: Very Good

Rademaker's Hopjes: This is a little hard candy from Holland. It's pretty tasty. The coffee flavor is evenly distributed throughout the candy and it tastes a little like a Frappuccino. Getting this candy can be a little tricky, I stumbled upon it at a local coffee shop.Review: Good

Brach's Coffee Candy: This hard candy smells like coffee and is colored like a cup of weak coffee, but it tastes absolutely nothing like coffee. This candy is gross, I spit it out before finishing the piece. You can find this candy at your local supermarket in the Brach's bulk candy display. Review: Yucky

Rocket Chocolate: This candy is marketed "for adults only" and claims to boost like a cup of coffee. It has a gunk-filled center surrounded by low-grade chocolate. It's lousy; stay away from this brand. Trust me, you don't want to try this candy, so locating it shouldn't be a concern. Review: Horrible

Have a cup of coffee while you prepare these delicious coffee rum balls.

Mocha Rum Balls


INGREDIENTS:
1/4 cup freeze dried coffee
1/4 cup rum
1 tablespoon water
2 tablespoons cocoa
2 cups vanilla wafer crumbs
3 cups confectioners' sugar, divided
1 cup chopped nuts
3 tablespoons light corn syrup
dash salt

PREPARATION:
In a mixing bowl, dissolve coffee in rum and water; add cocoa, vanilla wafer crumbs, 2 cups of confectioners' sugar, chopped nuts, and corn syrup; mix well. Sift remaining 1 cup confectioners' sugar onto waxed paper. Measure mocha ball mixture in teaspoonfuls; roll into small balls. Roll in the sifted confectioner's sugar. Store in tightly covered container for several days to bring flavor out.
Makes about 4 dozen.

Antiques



Coffee Roasters









And more:
http://www.gardfoods.com/coffee/coffee.roasters.htm

I was taught the following, infallible method of making coffee by an Italian priest who had spent 20 years in a monastery:

use one of those steel/aluminium coffee pots you can put of the stove - water in the lower half so that is forced upwards through the coffee into the top half reservoir.

use freshly ground coffee beans

as the two teaspoons of coffee perc through into the reservoir, remove from the heat and pour the small amount of coffee into a cup

put the pot back on the heat and let it continue to brew

add two or three spoons of sugar to the small amount of coffee in the cup. Mix to a thick, but runny paste.

When the coffee in the pot has brewed, pour into expresso cups and add a spoon of the sugary paste to each cup, floating it on the surface.

drink!

The best wake-me-up coffee-blast I've found.

Antiques continued.



MAXWELL HOUSE COFFEE CUP, signed N/R


Antique Coffee Mill / Grinder


Antique motel coffee maker courtesy coffee tepco china


Antique BrassTurkish Coffee Grinder/Pepper Mill


Pennsylvania Dutch coffee urn, missing the lid.


Set of 3 Vintage Coffee Cans >Folgers*Sanka*LaTouraine


2 ANTIQUE 1800's "HANLEY" W&W Coffee


METAL SIGN ADVERTISING ''FRESH HOT COFFEE''

Coffee Antiques
http://www.peterlarsenskaffe.dk/page.php?emne_id=127

Hmmm, I have ceramic cups that match that pennsylvania dutch coffee urn from a friend raised in Sweden... she said they are swedish. (I can't tell, myself.)

Umm, did you say something??



Finding it hard to keep my concentration on the conversation....

Perhaps I need a COFFEE LIFT!!!

I can't tell either osso, maybe it's still in ebay.

oooohhhhh, this is a good thread!

Thanks Littlek

the writing on the urn is Swedish

Another coffee short story.

Like Madness With Coffee
By Melissa A Swaim

first chapter


I was told my favorite waitress was gone. Why should I care? She was just a cute, blonde service worker- a dime a dozen- though I admit; I enjoyed checking out those long legs gently hugged by black shorts. And I got amused by the way she tilted her sweet head my way before bending over to sweep away crumbs from the floor near my table. That was the reason I gulped down one cup of coffee after another. I couldn't look away, and she knew it. She blushed whenever she caught me eyeing the tight material gripping between her legs, but her smile told me that she forgave me. They say she is gone. That shouldn't affect me. Should it?
The Gourmet-to-Go is a friendly place in a forgettable part of Norfolk. Minus the coffee, it could easily be listed in the top ten for affordable good food. That's why a lot of business folks stop in for lunch. They get hooked on either the Santa Fe Chicken or the southern hospitality, which some say could mend the broken egos in this tough but vibrant city. I don't know much about that. I drop by because my delivery route takes me through this dull neighborhood of trailer parks and aging stores. A renewal effort is underway, especially with the opening of shops like the Gourmet-to-Go. I'm not sure what it is, but there's something charming about that pumpkin-colored bistro. I can't get it out of mind. There's something about that waitress.
I tried not to think about her. I just sipped my coffee and glanced at the staff scurrying behind the counter. She wasn't there. I heard she's taking time off. I don't know if she's coming back.
It's empty without her; I don't know why. The other employees are pretty entertaining, especially Stephanie and Nadine. Nadine was chatting with the regulars by the cash register. Loud and full of life, this ex-New Yorker put on a show during lunch. The customers got a kick out of watching her handle the crowd with a boisterous efficiency. When things calmed down, she played a trivia game with them. They all chimed in, trying to guess plots in her soap opera or scenes from tv sitcoms. Laughter erupted over the sounds of clinking dishes and hissing steam, and everyone got lost in the aroma of fresh baking bread. Warm and heavy, it lulled bloated bellies into a temporary nirvana until cheerleader Nadine beckoned for a new game. But tired patrons had to head back to their law firm or the newsroom. Everyone was disappointed.
Wild Stephanie, returning from a long break, called out a sultry, "Bye, baby," as they left. All the men secretly hoped it was directed at them. No one really knows what she does at the Gourmet-to -Go. She perfected the art of appearing busy. Sometimes she cleaned tables. Other times she fussed with her untamed hair or greeted guests with excessive zeal. No one complained.
Way in the back, Milo limped slightly as he fetched forty pounds of raw chicken for the chef. Chef Connie never paid much attention to the staff except to occasionally shake her head. Her cooking was her craft, each delicacy a piece of her self-esteem. Warmth radiated from her round and sunny face. She enjoyed this place more than she allowed us to believe.
There were a few others. They all make me feel welcome. So what is it about that waitress? What made her different? I know little about her. Her name is Drema Avalon. Her features are delicate and softly framed by honey-blonde hair. Large, cautious eyes peer with a sense of mystery. She pours out her soul like the statue of a neglected angel standing in the center of a fountain. She wants to reach out, but she can't. She stays there as if waiting for someone. I can't let it be me. When I sit near her, I'm flooded by her emotion and it's too deep. She is unknowable. Maybe I'm just afraid to know.
I fear something about her as if one kiss would destroy the sane routine that makes me who I think I am. Part of me wants to give up, to stay in her world forever and to discover a new version of "me." The other part knows I can't.
Suddenly I glance up and found tomboy Nadine stepping toward me. Her smile was knowing; her stare found me guilty of some yet unrevealed crime. Something in her tough New York ways understood and she gently patted me on the shoulder.
"I have something for you," she said in her noticeable accent. Like most of Norfolk's residents, she was brought south due to Military life, normally a lonely and broken existence. I know a little about that. Most of us here do.
She refilled my coffee with one hand and snuck something out of her apron pocket with the other. It was just a dull-looking notebook. And I bet the pages were just as morose. "Here," she said, "Drema accidentally left this."
"Maybe she will come back for it," I stiffly told her, thinking it was the right thing to say. I nearly burned myself on the tasteless coffee. I didn't need whatever the tattered notebook contained or what it could possibly mean.
Nadine shook her fuzzy head in disappointment and playfully shoved me.
"Come on, you jerk," she teased, "I only read a few pages. It's all I had time for and, from what I read; it would be a serious mistake if you didn't read it right now!"
No one disagrees with Nadine unless you are prepared to take on her sharp wit and her equally sharp claws, so I accepted the worn journal, almost afraid of what I might find, though peeking into her mind was way too tempting. I casually flipped through, scanned some uninteresting passages and noticed some rattled my senses. I quickly shut it.
Gathering my things, I shoved the journal into the briefcase and rose unable to look at anyone.I handed her a ten dollar tip.
"Thanks," I nervously told her, "I'll see you later."
What have I done? She was just a waitress, someone I thought I could toy with …until now, but I'll never be the same again. All I knew was that I must somehow find her.

The Mayonnaise Jar and Two Cups of Coffee

Remember to take care of the golf balls first in your life. They are the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is all just sand.




The Mayonnaise Jar and Two Cups of Coffee
           
When things in your life seem almost too much to handle, when 24 hours in a day are not enough, remember the mayonnaise jar and the two cups of coffee.

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A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls.


He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was.


The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The
pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was.


The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with a unanimous "yes".


The professor then produced two cups of coffee from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed.

"Now," said the professor, as the laughter subsided, " I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life.


The golf balls are the important things in life. Your God, your family, your children, your health, your friends, and your favorite
passions: things that if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full.


The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house, and your car.


The sand is everything else: the small stuff.


"If you put the sand into the jar first," he continued, "there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are important to you. Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness.



Play with your children. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your partner out to dinner. Play another 18. There will always be time to clean house and fix the disposal.


Take care  of the golf balls first; the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand.

One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee represented. The professor smiled. "I'm glad you asked. It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always room for a couple of cups of coffee with a friend." 

I found out who the author is:

by: Laura Bankston
Location: Anchorage, Alaska, United States

Laura Bankston is author of Internationally selling Cooking with Kids Curriculum: Homeschool Cooking in a Box and the Homeschool Cookbook. She currently home schools her three children, maintains home school support websites, and manages their family-owned service business. For information on her curriculum and free home school support services, please visit:

http://www.homeschoolcookbook.com

http://www.homeschoolcookbook.com/2004/10/mayonnaise-jar-and-two-cups-of-coffee.html