A side of coffee

Its leaves were anciently prepared as wine, its fruit as infusion, and the seeds have been roasted and brewed for centuries. Yet, I still like what it offers as spice out of the mortar. The sudden idea was to make a portrait out of a single coffee seed. It came as I prepared for my… Continue reading A side of coffee

While preparing for a fine rant on coffee

Throughout the world, the wondrous coffee is being celebrated this week. Different countries are honoring the plant, the fruit, the seed, the drink. As this is a product that has been in my mind and palate for some decades, I will be doing a fine rant on Clubhouse in its honor. And while preparing, I… Continue reading While preparing for a fine rant on coffee

Days of darkness are counted (and I expect a low number)

For years — decades — I have often loved the intensity which is often entailed in dark coffee, dark cigars, even the darkness in the struggle which is said to teach the individual how to succeed and grow in life. It seems, though that some of the dark things in life can be put aside.

Moods around a reduced fig

The figs were bought for the fact that they are figs. What to do with them, and how to prepare them, that was secondary. A couple of days ago they were on my plate as a contrast to the polish sausage, after being in a long heat bath with spices until the vodka was reduced.… Continue reading Moods around a reduced fig

Yet another comfort state — fine tobacco, a coffee, and some classical music considerations

Princess House ashtray, a Padrón, handmade ceramic by Ulrike Magdalena Streit, vintage St. Gallen place mat

Repetition is a form of change

The past, and the next second, the experience, and the hunger, joy, and its intermittent absence, everything, everything seems to be the resilience which demands repetition, not to preserve life but to live it — in composed sounds, in uttered words and their placement, in the gentle push to invest mind, spirit, and flesh, even… Continue reading Repetition is a form of change