What better topic can I chose to start my maiden post ? I swear by my filter coffee and cannot think of starting my day without it.
To illustrate how fanatical South Indians are about their coffee, let me cite an incident. R K Narayan once went for a book launch to New York. He went to a hotel there and asked for coffee. The waiter came up to him and asked "Sir, black coffee or white coffee ?".To this Narayan memorably replied back "Brown coffee, as all authentic coffee should be !"
I get my coffee beans (strictly Tanjore Arabica beans only) from Mysore Coffee works, Matunga. Matunga, incidentally, is a as close to South India as I can get staying in Mumbai. Aaah ! the smell of roasted beans....
The rhythmic sound of the coffee being poured from the tumbler to the dubarah and back....no sweeter sound...heaven !
I have always looked down in disdain attempts to call Bru, Nescafe or Cappuchino as coffee. Milk and instant coffee powder does not a coffee make !
For the really fanatical filter coffee addicts like me, even a steel tumbler will not do. I sip my cuppa from a brass dubarah (yes brass !) my mother's remarks about the difficulties in cleaning brass not withstanding !
Heaven..Sweet Heaven !
i jus woke up n happened 2 read ur blog...thnx 2 ur tantalizing description, longing for my cuppa now....
ReplyDeletedude the gud thing abt u is that atleast u love sumthing passionately and madly.i respect that.u r a true south indian.and by the way i feel that way about tea...because i don get to drink leaf tea here...
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