It was only recently that I wrote a Lame Post about Coffee and Chocolate detailing how much this elixir means to me given the current circumstances which involve a highly stressful job and all the calisthenics I need to perform in order to strike that elusive work life balance. Sometimes it feels very overwhelming and I crave for my peaceful moments I shared with my baby as a stay-at-home mother. But then that is the escapist in me day dreaming. Day dream provides such solace when the day isn’t going the way one expects it to go. I am an escapist by the very definition. Even for a moment or two, if I get a chance to escape from pain or anything remotely unsettling, I would by all means apply to take that route.
Growing up I was never a beverage drinker. No tea or coffee made an appearance any point of the day. I would indulge when friends insisted for company sake. Otherwise, my palate never craved for the arousing aroma of coffee or the scintillating vigour that tea provided to the under nourished souls. Working life saw me avoiding tea and coffee in the same fashion because I didn’t feel the need to submit even under severe peer pressure. Talking of peer pressure, my hubby who is an avid tea drinker couldn’t convert me. But my second innings at work has been quite something. A 3 year gap, I suspect, may have taken a toll on my confidence or may be I am not as carefree and sanguine as I was before. Soon I found myself veering towards coffee and in a matter of 6 months, I am taken (and for good, I think). My day in office starts with a cup of black coffee with sugar and as I mentioned in my coffee post on my step blog,
“This morning as I sat at my desk in office, sipping black coffee, feeling the warmth of the hot cup in my hands and savouring the strength of its flavour, I literally felt my vision clear and colours around me brighten up. It surprised me how every single swig that I took from my cup, felt like someone tuning my settings like one would for a Television to bring about a sharper, brighter and a clearer picture onscreen. This primeval ability of coffee should be given due credit, I reckon. Not all food has this talent. That was about coffee and what it does to me.
Coffee has found its way into my life since the time I started working again and have made friends out of colleagues by bonding over cups of hot coffee. Conversation, laughter and instant connections happen over coffee, I have observed. The tantalizing aroma of strong coffee just melts barriers (if any) and provides the much needed soothing of nerves to let the other person in, into your space. It is that magical!”
Being a foodie, naturally I wanted to make myself the best cuppa whenever I felt like, even at home during the weekends. During one such coffee sharing moments with a friend and fellow food blogger, Riddhima, I chanced upon a striking way of making coffee what tasted nothing less than the Barista cappuccino. Enthralled, I watched Riddhima go through the process of mixing a spoonful of coffee, a tsp or more of sugar and few drops of water and beating it into a concoction of creamy coffee coloured lather which was not only pleasing visually but also aromatic. To this she added hot milk and the whole brew came up to the top of the cup, inviting and exciting. I made her repeat the whole process just to understand the intricacies of the process to replicate it on my own. And replicate I did. Not once, or twice but many times. I was happy as a lark, sipping on my elixir even on weekends in the comfort of my home, with a book in my hand and cozy in my couch.
This post is a heart felt thank you note to Riddhima who taught me this art of making splendid coffee.
I think most coffee drinkers may know this method of coffee making already but I felt this intense need to share my joy of having learnt something new.