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Oct. 6, 2000
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In Search Of Manhattan's Finest
It's a chilly start to our September holiday. After a long and complicated
journey from the forests of New Jersey we were finally in New York city. We started our journey at
Central Park South and 6th Avenue...
Coffee Club Comic Pt.5
Coffee Club brings you Part 5 of a continuing graphic adventure.
Follow weekly a traveler in No Space, as he faces perils and meets danger head on with no holds
barred reckless abandon.
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Caffeinated kiss
Slick tasty cappuccino mouth
Coffee bean lip gloss
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Random Musings Of Mild Misanthropy
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"To all the drinks I've loved before..."
Holy crap. I'm a fucking genius.
Hello again, kind reader, and welcome back to the moment you've been waiting for!
Or not. I wanted to do some research and bring you a few yummy recipes featuring
coffee liqueurs for this issue's scribblings. But then I thought, "My readers deserve better
than a cheap-ass plagiarism of some lame drink that any monkey with even just one
opposable thumb could find on the internet faster than Bill Clinton can hide a Cohiba."
Indeed, fair friend, you deserve something original, something special, and above all,
something yummy. Something just for you ! Something created with all
the love of a dozen floppy puppies by your humble narrator (with most appreciated
assistance
from -- and a tip of the hat on my pointy head to -- our good Coffee Club Comrade, George,
who helped with weights and measures and with the christening).
ENOUGH ADO! I humbly present, for your imbibing pleasure:
Coolio Iglesias
Here's what you need:
- Your favourite coffee liqueur (I, of course, prefer Bolivar!)
- The fattest, richest cream you can get your chubby little paws on. 18% table cream is
best.
- White Chocolate, grated (Belgian is nice, but any will do)
- Cinnamon (Grate a fresh stick if you can, but pre-ground is fine)
- 8-oz straight tumbler with three ice cubes
- Shot glass (optional!)
Pour 1 1/2 ounces of coffee liqueur into the glass tumbler[Fig.1], over the
three ice cubes.
Being the aesthetes I know you all are, you'll appreciate this next
step - it's the shit.
Very slowly pour 1 1/2 ounces of the 18% cream on the ice cubes[Fig2.],
so as to create a
layer of cream floating atop the coffee liqueur.
It should look like this.[Fig.3]
Grate some white chocolate into the cup[Fig.4].
Enough to cover the top surface of the drink
is fine. Add a firm, but not too generous, shake of grated / powdered cinnamon and
serve
this baby! You can drink it all pretty, or you can swirl it all up.
That's all there is to it. Buy all the shit, mix it all up, serve up a dozen or so
to your pals, and thank me later. Spread the word, and demand it at your local
fine dinin' & winin' establishments, after you tell the barkeeps how to make it.
Tip: Bring you own white chocolate the first coupla times. And remember to
tip your server / barkeep well; they work damn hard for ya!
Ask for it by name... Coolio Iglesias!
What 'choo say?!... Coolio Iglesias!
Joo betta baleeve it!
Farewell until next time, gentle reader.
Do come back again and feel
free to send me your comments, suggestions, stories, whatever. Gotta go, the
coffee's on. "Substitute me for him. Substitue my coke for gin. Substitute
you for my mum, at least I'll get my washing done."
Edward Pants, Esq.
In life's coffee bag, be the bitter bean.
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To Slack, or Not To Slack?
I am Jill's ball of confusion. I want to slack, I need to loll about and drink
fragrant beverages, but the phenylalanine. Oh, damn the phenylalanine!
Suddenly Jill is a busy little beaver with a crowded schedule. I've painted
my kitchen. I've reorganized the linen cupboard. I've alphabetized my books and magazines, I'm reading
a book by Oliver Sacks. OLIVER SACKS, for god sake! There's no rocket ships or robots in his book!
On Monday I bought shelf paper. Shelf paper, ladies and gentlemen. Oh, woe is
Jill. Her very nature dictates that she must wallow in lethargy whilst making sardonic remarks. But
lately she is a regular citizen, making small talk with neighbors and strangers alike, juggling
appointments with finesse and ease, keeping the sock drawer clean and well stocked. Before phenylalanine,
there was no sock drawer.
I find myself drinking, oh, the humanity, tea. Chammomile tea. What's a girl
to do? What I think is, dose myself with phenylalanine every other day. And on the non pill days,
stuff myself with cake and coffee until I puke.
There. Screw you, phenylalanine!
Try to make a responsible adult out of me will you? Try to domesticate Jill,
huh? Up your ass, you wonderful wonderful stuff.
with guests The Caffiend and Pajavagirl
C.P.J.-"Good lord, this coffee is strong? What is it?"
Caffiend-"It's Alyssa Milano."
Pajavagirl-"Columbian Milano!"
C.P.J-"Mmmmmm. Alyssa Milano"
J.J.-"So, is that who you would have coffee with?"
C.P.J-"Yes indeed. With her dancing and her fine fine..... "
J.J.-"She's a cooze!!!"
C.P.J-"Yah, I'll give you that, but I'd definitely be getting a free
piece of cake."
Pajavagirl-"Cake?"
C.P.J-"Oh, did I say cake? You know, I shoulda said pie."
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