Caffeine attack
I have just finished drinking what may be the worst cup of coffee I have ever made for myself. Seeing as my toothbrush and toothpaste is at home, I am contemplating going outside and licking the pavement to get rid of the aftertaste.
Quite what I did wrong, I do not know. The ingredients were the same as usual - good old Nescafé to the tune of 1½ heaped teaspoons, boiling water and milk. That's how I normally make it and how I like it, but this last cup. Yeuch.
Having said that, immediately beforehand I gave my mug its weekly decoking. The inside is back to its natural white colour, rather than the mahogany brown it had evolved into.
Maybe what I just tasted was the true flavour of coffee - a slick of true taste in the thick chemical morass I normally consume. If so, it has horrible implications: gunk stew tastes better than coffee.
Madre Dios.
Quite what I did wrong, I do not know. The ingredients were the same as usual - good old Nescafé to the tune of 1½ heaped teaspoons, boiling water and milk. That's how I normally make it and how I like it, but this last cup. Yeuch.
Having said that, immediately beforehand I gave my mug its weekly decoking. The inside is back to its natural white colour, rather than the mahogany brown it had evolved into.
Maybe what I just tasted was the true flavour of coffee - a slick of true taste in the thick chemical morass I normally consume. If so, it has horrible implications: gunk stew tastes better than coffee.
Madre Dios.