How to Make the Perfect French Press Coffee
Thank you for a useful article. I absolutely agree about French Press over drip machines. I only use my machine as a “get up and go” tool in the morning. Otherwise, the little bit of time and effort to do the job properly is well worth it.
I developed into a coffee drinker slowly over the years. I had always been a dabbler but never one to start every day with a cup of Joe. That all changed six years ago after my husband and I spent three weeks travelling through Europe…those Europeans sure do know how to make an amazing cup of coffee! I never thought I would be one to enjoy coffee, it always seemed so bitter to me. Turns out, making a good cup of coffee is a process that requires the right materials and equipment. After we returned home from our travels we were on a mission to mimic the coffee we had been enjoying for three week. It had to have just the right amount of flavor, boldness and smoothness. The trick we learned is that a French Press makes a superior flavored coffee compared to a drip brew. It takes a…
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It’s The Africa In Me
It’s the Africa in me
that loves the forest in which I wake,
that sees and hears its fauna and flora and revels in their names.
It’s the Africa in me
that you hear in my spirited conversation,
that shakes my shoulders as I sob my sorrows
or laugh my insides, inside-out.
It’s the Africa in me
that keeps me reading poetry deep into the night
and causes me to stroke the sinuous muscles of my striped, domestic cat
and kiss the muzzle of my gently nickering horse.
It’s the Africa in me
that has taught me how to love
and patches up the fragments of my soul after each disaster
and renews my zeal and increases my understanding
in preparation for the next onslaught.
It’s the Africa in me
that has carried me
from my first baby breath
and will support me to my very last.
I am truly a child born of Africa.
– Diana Van Den Berg
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The origin of…Coffee
It is remarkable how coffee has become such a staple of our diet – right around the world. A simple bean, evolving into a product that is processed, sold and cobsumed by just about every nation, and people of all faiths, rich and poor alike.
“I never drink coffee at lunch. I find it keeps me awake for the afternoon.” Ronald Reagan
According to a legend, Kaldi, an Ethiopian shepherd that lived in the 9th century, found his goats dancing around a dark green leafed shrub and eating the cherry-red berries. He then tried the berries himself and felt their powerful effect. A monk witnessed the scene and plucked some berries to stay awake during the long hours of evening prayer. The monk shared his discovery with the other monks and the knowledge of the energizing effects of the berries began to spread and moved east to the Arabian Peninsula.
The Arabs were the first to cultivate and trade coffee. The first credible evidence of the consumption of coffee dates back to the 15th century, to Sufi Muslim monasteries around Mocha in Yemen. By the 16th century it had reached Egypt, Syria…
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16th April – Today in History
A significant birth:
1867 Wilbur Wright (of Wright Brothers Fame)
A significant death:
1948 Babe Ruth (baseball legend)
Significant Event:
1724 First Easter observed
Did You Know This? I didn’t!
Very interesting. Thank you for this!
So this is one of the things I saw on Pintrest and much to my pleasure, I saw the source linked back to Lady Iron Chef, who I just love! She has a beautiful page with amazing pictures and amusing articles. You should totally check it out! She had this graphic put together to inform people of fun little facts about coffee. I actually learned a lot from this, like how you would order a latté in Italy.
Sorry the picture’s kinda small, but if you click the picture, it’ll take you to her page where I found it so you can see it there and you can also check out more of Lady Iron Chef’s articles.
Little Beans of Wisdom
I love these kinds of stories. Great way to start the day. Thank you!
Arise and Shine Africa!
Arise and shine Africa for the time have come to defeat your enemies
A day have come that tears will never fall form the eyes of your people
A nation that stand as one like a single family tree of love Africa land full of culture the black treasure of the word
Oh Africa land of love land of peace the land of golden heart
Arise o Africa the time have come for change time have come for peace and unity
God of Africa look onto your people with mercy guard them with the sun by day and the moon and star by night
Send your angel to guard every single step from our feet
– Emmanuel Chibuike Ikechukwe
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In Memory Of The Titanic
Today, 15th April, is the anniversary of the sinking of the Titanic in 1912.
I have found a poem in honour of all those who perished in those icy waters on that day 113 year ago.
The Wreck of the Titanic
Out of Southampton she swung with the stream, A poem of iron and steel, A sea dream. And thousands on shore, watched her steaming away: The largest, and grandest of all ships that day.
And the thousand on board, did security feel, For no eye saw death, as he stood at the wheel; Directing her course to the echoless shore, Her first and last haven of nevermore.
She was the last, best work of men, And on her first voyage was speeding—when: Out of the darkness, Out of the night, Loomed an ominous form of ghostly white.
“Twas a towering mountain of ice-gigantic, As ever was seen on the North Atlantic. She struck, with a shiver from stem to stern: And was rapidly sinking—All soon did learn.
Then Captain Smith, her commander brave, Thought not one moment, his own life to save, But stood on the bridge, calling out to the crew: “Remember your country, Be British, be true.
And England, and Ireland, and Scotland, And Wales, Proved there to the World: Their valor Ne’er fails, “The women and children first,” Was their cry, And every one of the Crew, stood by.
And the boats were lowered and sent away, That cut off all hope, save eternity, And, The Titanic sank from sight, ‘neath the Sea While her band played, Nearer My God to Thee.
Was There ever a scene so awfully grand? As that sinking ship, with her playing band. All glory to Smith, and the Titanic’s men, They bring Trafalgar’s heroes to memory again.
And that heart thrilling tale of the Alamo, And the last grand-charge at Waterloo, And that charge of “The Light Brigade” as well, And Jim Bludso’s act on “The Prairie Belle.”
And with these down the corridors of all time, The Titanic’s story shall sound sublime, For never was courage more noble and true, Than was shown on that night, by The Titanic’s Crew.
– Benjamin Peck Keith
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