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My name is Olivia and I am a senior at Butler University. I spend most of my time in Lilly Hall as a BFA Dance Performance major. When not in rehearsal or ballet class, I write papers for my English Literature second major. In my super-abundant, never-lacking, this-is-highly-sarcastic spare time, I attempt to cook in my apartment kitchen, watch Youtube videos of ballet, knit sweaters that never seem to come to an end, and read books both silly and serious. If I could take any class at Butler just for kicks, I'd go for DiffyQ.

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The Coffee Saga: French Press

Remember my post about starting to like coffee this past summer? This fall, I took over my roommate’s coffee machine precisely the same week she moved on to bigger and better things (i.e. French press). And so I had the means to make coffee myself. I picked out a tin of medium roast coffee at Trader Joe’s with my boyfriend, learned (thankfully not the hard way) that you do indeed need a coffee filter, and took to making my own mochas.

Mocha Recipe:

  • A spoonful of cocoa powder
  • A spoonful of sugar
  • Coffee
  • Milk
  • Hot water if desired
  • Coffeemate, carmel sauce, or chocolate chips to make it fancy

So there I was at Hubbard and Cravens with Boyfriend, finishing exam stuff before the end of the semester. We’d done the tea thing when we first arrived, chai for him and white tangerine for me. Paper writing… Time passed… Coffee smells… (sentence fragments, and not even parallel ones…)

[Side note: If you want to run into a bunch of Butler people, drive/bike/walk to this coffee shop. On this particular day, I saw my roommate and her friend, a former member of the dance faculty, and my English advisor.]

My roommate also loves Hubbard and Cravens and had been raving about the homework-increasing powers of a French press she ordered the day earlier while writing the “What is dance?” Theory and Philosophy paper. I went for it — I ordered a French press. When asked what kind of coffee I wanted, I hemmed and hawed. I was new to coffee-drinking, I told the barista, and I had a medium roast I liked. All their flavors were rather bold, he said. Well, I said, I tried one that was supposed to be “delicate” and didn’t much like it. I loved mochas. Could I have something with chocolate overtones?

Boyfriend ordered a mocha. Smart lad.

When my French press came, it was in a tricked-out Bodum container — at least a Level 5, I decided. The flavor was quite bold, reminiscent of honeysuckle, with the faintest aftertaste of sunshine mingled with the crisp and raw punch of cherries. Basically, it was just sour to my n00b coffee-taste-buds. The French press might have been a Level 5, but I had only recently attained Level 2.

Those sips of mocha which I stole were awfully good. And adding different combinations of cream and sugar to the coffee made for a wonderful diversion from Shakespeare.

4 Responses to The Coffee Saga: French Press

  1. Wow, this article is nice, my younger sister is analyzing such
    things, so I am going to convey her.

  2. Olivia says:

    Yes, well, I’m not up to French press status yet. I think I’ll still with mochas — and lots of coffeemate in my coffee.

  3. Kristen Raves says:

    You definitely can’t beat a french press. They make coffee 10 times better. Also, I appreciate the mocha recipe. I need to try that!

  4. Paws52 says:

    Ahhh! Coffee is my “drug” of choice but I never tried French press. Sounds cool! Webmaster of GoPro HD Helmet Hero Cam.

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