I’m not a fan of low fat milk though. Where’s the taste? So I thought instead maybe I could try the real deal, a short black. I had a few practice runs at home and, well, it was… OK. But not fantastic.
Maybe it would be better at the café?
But when I got there yesterday, I chickened out. Sort of. I went for the macchiato instead, the short black “streaked” with milk. Obviously I have a dairy addiction (but I’m just trying to do my bit for our pastoral farming based economy, OK?).
The baristas were a little psyched out: here was a latté customer getting serious, one of their regulars, and they didn’t want to make a crap one that might put me off forever.
They did good though.
In the bottom of the cup was couple of thimblefuls of hot thick liquor, topped with crema and a dash of milk. I stirred about quarter of a teaspoon of sugar in (I’ll use less next time). And then I tried it.
It was intense in taste, sharp but not in any way bitter. The concentrated essence of the bean, strong beyond belief but good too, a blast of what makes coffee taste good. I was surprised.
But it was all over too soon. Having acclimatised myself to drinking about 300ml of milk with my caffeine deliveries, a couple of thimblefuls instead seems a little anti-climactic.
But still, something new. We’ll see how it goes from here.