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Before the coffee gets cold is the first of Toshikazu Kawaguchi川口俊和 trilogy best sellers, we had already talked about it here.
While reading it, I also found a nice description about the now famous siphon coffee!
The author describes a depression coffee pot, however I don’t really like the word “depression” combined with the coffee pot, which instead represents a small happy moment.
In any case, the ritual is told like this:
Nagare poured hot water into a lower cruet, then brought it to a boil to allow it to rise through the siphon into the upper cruet, where he poured ground coffee, which was then filtered back into the lower cruet.
Coffee plays a very important role in the stories told in Before the coffee gets cold, stories touching deep inside.
If you had the chance to say something that you should have told or would have wanted to say, in a moment that has already fled away, however, what would it be?
I know, it’s getting very personal here, because these thoughts are generally dedicated to the affections.
Feel free to share whatever you want.
In the meantime, I would also propose a fantasy variant, somewhat keep calm style …
Such as pointing out to Michael Stipe that R.E.M.’s decision “to stop being a band” caused a loss for the music.
Or, still about Japan, asking Sofia Coppola if she foresaw how much Lost in Translation fans would not let the whispering “come between” them and the curiosity of discovering Bill Murray’s words in Scarlett Johansson‘s ear.
Or just thank Meryl Streep now and always for showing the world that true Beauty has no canons, and that producing King Kong should have presupposed knowledge of the important underlying message about who the real monsters are.
All this only ever before the coffee gets cold …
I must acknowledge the undoubtedly brilliant idea of the author, who among other things made an unusual choice for the context: in the book itself he tells us that
coffee arrived in Japan in the Edo period, towards the end of the 17th century. At first it did not satisfy Japanese taste buds, and it was certainly not considered a pleasant drink, but then again it was not surprising since it tasted like black, bitter water …
Fortunately, things have since changed 🙂
What about you, did you love coffee right away or did you experience an evolution?
Hi I'm Claudia and this is KCDC.
“What about you, did you love coffee right away or did you experience an evolution?”
I don’t even remember, Claudia. It seems that I have been drinking coffee in various forms since ancient times. There must certainly have been an evolution.
How beautiful your phrase “it seems that I have been drinking coffee since ancient times!” <3
For me it was an evolution in the sense that when I was a girl I drank coffee only if I needed to stay awake: not being used to drinking it, it had a lot of effect, and as if that were not enough I filled it with sugar.
Then luckily I understood :);)
I cannot even remember drinking coffee as a girl, Claudia. I think, I began to drink coffee as a student at the university. It helps to stay awake, as you write. Later I developed a taste for café latte, which I still like to drink today. When I am in France, I like to drink those tiny little cups of very strong aromatic coffee which are real bombs. First I drank them with sugar, now I do it without sugar. It helps to save on excess calories. Also, I have learned to enjoy the aromatic bitter taste of those little coffee bombs.
And have you never had the opportunity to drink an espresso in Italy?
Just think that when we were in Paris we kept asking for a café serré because otherwise the French coffees were very long for us.
So now I’d be curious to figure out if we weren’t able to find those delicious bombs you tell me about, or if Italian coffee is even stronger.
At one time I also added milk, I think it was a bit of my alternative to sugar, but now nothing: just hot black coffee 🙂
I do not like the café serré, Claudia. I always ask for a café allongé in France. Then they add a little bit of water, but it is still a small and bitter coffee for me. However, I drink it, since it is a wake-up bomb.
The same with espresso in Italy. I never liked it, in contrast to my father, who loved it. I have not been in Italy for a long time, the last time I remember going there was about 50 years ago, to visit a friend in Rome. In Moscow they also offer espresso but I never drink it. I prefer café latte.
I think it is also a bit of a matter of habit: we are so used to espresso that the other versions seem too elongated.
Is espresso in Moscow the same as Italian espresso or is it more like French coffee?
What a BEAUTIFUL memory of your father who loved Italian espresso! <3
I do not know whether the espresso in Moscow resembles that in Italy because I never drink it. I take café latte which tastes excellent.
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That is a nice photo, Claudia: a cup of delicious coffee, surrounded by flower petals in the shape of a heart. My heart is in it.
Mine too: I would really like to express my affection to you.
THANKS Olivia!