Coffee In the Uk

Beans are currently from these vendors, they are strong with an aggressive flavour, good value and a fancy café if you are ever in the neighbourhood.

This grinder was chosen because we have too many electric gadgets in the kitchen, this one is reasonably priced and all of the nerds say that a burr grinder is required for all of the usual reasons, and storing the beans whole is the best option as it decelerates venting the essential oil.

I use a stove top but have been thinking about a pour over to replace that time in the day when a cup of instant is considered.

The hard water is filtered by brita, who never promises to soften the water, but the limescale doesn’t accumulate in the kettle anymore. We used to buy bottled water, but really. I have heard that boiled water from the kettle can be used in the stove top, but I would burn my hand and the fear of filling over the valve is enough danger for one drink.

I usually preheat the element, we have an electric hob, this would be unnecessary if using gas.

Whole milk is warmed by one of these, I was given a spare, but have not used it yet, waiting fort this one to break down. It is making a funny sound.

Our House

In the Middle of the Street

Really it is towards the end, well if you consider that the intersection is the end, but the road does continue, so it is sort of in the middle. It is all how you look at it.

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Domes

Bucky helped every one out by demonstrating how to make a nice and efficent dome. Though like every asshole handed a tasty snack for free, people immediately threw it on the ground.

Domes traditionally have been aloft pillars and columns and now all of a sudden they are plopped directly on the ground. No wonder they are not currently more popular, with weird door shapes being required and no where to put a fridge

Dome

I say hold the gift aloft, build with all that we know and all of the cool new materials.

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What We Have Been Watching

Tour de France 2017

Distracted Drink Destruction

Bequeathed two large, 640ml bottles of Tiger beer, a good deal at £4 for two we left the shop, not aware of the disaster before us. They swung in their carrier bag as we moved over the high street, in the partly cloudy, noon sun. Added to them was another bag of vegetables, whatnots and berries. I stood in front of the bakery and was transfixed by the scent and appearance of donuts and thought that maybe they were cream filled rather than saccharine, low grade, twice baked jam. The reddish evidence of jam not visible from my vantage point, filled me with hope as they, perchance, cream.

Fumbling in my grey weird man bag containing a lithium ion battery, headphones, a folding 5V charge adapter, glyceryl trinitrate spray, cables and my hope of a pound coin. As my fumbles gathered, fingers disappeared from under the plastic bag of amber and their collision with the pavement issued pops akin to dual cranium, windscreen impacts, foaming memories not enjoyed released with broaches of broken glass onto the dry ground. Regret inversely filling me as the bottles emptied.

tiger beer

Going to have them delivered next time, a case.

Thirsty