SAMMY’S MORNING COFFEE

I recently accosted my friend Sam, who I incidentally live next door to, while he was making his morning coffee to ask him about his morning coffee. He was irritated at first, because a morning coffee is a special thing and I was interrupting it, and I could see he was irritated because we are good friends, but is also why I carried on with the questioning regardless of his feelings. 

Are you going to record right now?

Yes.

I’m not sure how I feel about this I haven’t had my morning coffee yet.

I haven’t prepared any questions yet.

Hmm. Well you could say I was gifted a beautiful thing, coffee machine, and you could say it’s changed my morning routine for the better. Definitely drinking more coffee. Feeling more alive.

But yeah, I dunno, routine? Oh well, actually I’ve just started thinking about intermittent fasting, 

Oh yeah

and sometimes I might even just have a coffee in the morning. Sometimes I might even put a bit of, the old, what they used to call Bulletproof Coffee

Oh yeah

Put a bit of butter in there, get a bit of fat.

Yep

Caffeine. But whenever I can I’ll steal beans from you. With your knowledge.

And without.

Sounds of beans going into the hopper, and general coffee making sounds.

Sam then apologetically shows me what beans he’s being using.

Don’t judge me. These are my filler-innerers. 

No judgement here.

Twelve dollars.

Twelve dollars?! 

Poor farmers.

Yeah. I know, I’m gonna – 

Hey. No judgement.

This is untrue, but at least I know what I’m getting him for Christmas.  

These have been my filler. For in between the – 

In between the good beans.

Yeh. What was the question?

Um, anything emotionally heartfelt you can say?

About?

Your morning routine?

Well, I love, I love the process. It’s a bit of a ritual.

Grinder grinds for a ostentatious amount of time.

And being an ADHD guy, I kind of fixate on a particular way of having coffee for a while

Mmm

And then I’ll shift it, and continue doing it that way. Right now I have a long black, strong long black. Sometimes with a bit of extra water, and a dash of milk.

Delicious.

Voila.

Any final words? 

Ah…

Such is life.

Thanks Sam. I bet that didn’t even record. 

Weak laugh.

Oh no it did.

 

Thanks Sam!

Unfortunately, there has been an oversight in this article. Sam failed to mention that biggest change in his morning coffee rituaI is that I, neighbour extraordinaire, before he was gifted said coffee machine, used to make a batch of coffee, either a plunger or chemex, and leave it on their kitchen bench of a morning. So, Sam’s morning coffee ritual used to be a visit from me. The coffee faerie. Every morning. I don’t like mentioning it, but hard hitting journalism is only here to display the facts and reveal the truth.