My Obsession With Coffee

As you can tell from my previous post I'm into coffee.

Okay I'll admit it it's more than a hobby. Once you start taking photos of your coffee there really is no turning back!Here is a look at a moccachino I made the other day. Fresh Organic milk real coco mixed with brown sugar and a double espresso.

It all began With Mikkel on Cream Fraiche -our local café in 1988. I remember my belly complaining about it. From then on I drank coffee. French roast was standard!

When I went to Scotland in 2003 it was a turn for the worse. Over there ( no not America for once) They were in the mist of the big coffee shop war! Starbucks had bought the English coffee shop Seattle Coffee ( confused? -An English couple returned from Seattle (home of Starbucks - amongst other things) and thought to themselves -why aren't there any coffee shops in London? so the made 14 shops -which Starbucks eventually bought -but that's a different story).So fighting it out there were coffee to be bought EVERYWHERE! Starbucks, Nero, Banana Republic and Costa coffee had so many stores even on the campus of the university I was attending at the time (which in Denmark would have been unthinkable back then). There were 2 Costa coffee shops on campus and the one closest to me was in the former -off limits teachers library. Since it had just open nobody where using it yet -they probably still thought it was a no go area?! The building was the Harry Potter building you'd expect of a University in Scotland (where HP is filmed by the way) overlooking the grounds, the river Dee to the south. Here I sat and had my first of many Large Moccachinos for 1,10 pounds -40p for Flake (chocolate put into the coffee - it was perfect!) It became addictive and as they say in the drug dealers world - first time is for free. In the end I spent 1,50 pounds on coffee EVERY day (don't start counting). When I got back I had a very long very cold coffee turkey, but thought I got over it -for a while. I bought a stove espresso machine to compensate.

I returned to London a year later. After check out in the airport I immediately rush to Costa Coffee (in the airport!), here the Barista tells me there out of Flake. This is were I find myself saying "look man, I waited for a YEAR!! and traveled all the way from Denmark to get a fucking cup of Moccachino -and you don't have FLAKE!!!???". Once a junkie....

I was there for a week - a junkie in Heroin Country - completely out of control - I knew the right thing to do was to drink as much coffee as I could while I was there! I had four cups a day (don't start counting). -every kind, every company! more more more!! Until the fifth day I had to give in to the physical effects of the coffee. Not the shaking, not the sleepless nights, not my mind rambling but the laxative effect! I realized the harsh realities: there IS a limit to how much coffee it is wise to drink. (Just trust me on this one). When I got back I knew I could no longer settle for a stove espresso model, it would be a question of time - AND money!(don't start counting). When I stopped smoking - (partly thanks to the Shädy Äres good motivation on that one) I had to have some other kind of drug/substitute and coffee just comes the closest! A good espresso has the same kind of rush feeling (or close to) I got from inhaling those first puffs from a cigarette -deeeeep puffs. So I bought my Bodum Granos espresso machine!

What a relief! Making GOOD coffee in your very own kitchen! I recommend that machine any day! But buying a real espresso machine for your kidney only makes you realise that you have to sell a testicle to buy the grinder and tamper and pitcher and all the other crap as well(don't start counting)! So you sell out you integrity piece buy piece, while you look for the best coffee. I found the best coffee, but the REAL question is do you WANT to find the best coffee????

The best coffee in the world is Risteriets: Uno espresso coffee. Since this is a local shop in Copenhagen and it is the only place you can buy this coffee, you suddenly feel like you live in the middle ages where you have to travel fare to the marketplace! Because once you try Uno you can no longer buy other coffee and feel the same satisfaction - it sucks! This means you are a full member of the coffee geek club, when you accept driving (on bike of cause) half way through the city just to buy that DAMN good coffee! ...and you thought you had already paid enough idiot taxes as it was by buying these machines in the first place(don't start counting)!
So now it is official: Hello my name is Lasse and I am a coffee addict!

Stay tuned for the upcoming report where I will go all the way and drink coffee that an animal has past through it's digestive system!