Here’s a rarity and a first, both for me making one and MrsT drinking one (this was solely hers
That’s an iced coffee cock-“tail,” though it’s big enough to be the whole damn rooster!
Here’s the wandering way in which we got here:
We’ve taken to drinking coffee, instead of our usual tea, weekend mornings. I use a French press to make it. I actually use two; a large one for me, and a small one for her decaf.
She’s noticed the last few weeks that she gets one measly cup of coffee, while I return to the kitchen a few times for top-offs:
“How come you’re always getting refills, and I get just the one? And your mug is bigger!”
“I drink more coffee than you, so I use the larger press for mine, and the smaller one for your decaf.”
“Well, I think I want more coffee, too!”
So, this morning, I got up a little earlier, made myself coffee in the big press, poured a cup, poured the rest in an insulated travel mug to hold the temp, rinsed it out, heard MrsT rumbling from the bedroom, so I started hers in the now-clean large press.
I had coffee, she had coffee, we all had coffee, except…she had just the one mug:
“Don’t you want any more coffee? I specifically made yours in the larger press this morning.”
“No, I really think one cup is my limit.”
I poured the rest of her coffee in a jar and slapped it in the fridge: “Maybe I’ll make you some kind of iced coffee drink this afternoon.”
“I don’t like those.”
The hours slipped away…
…we had breakfast (oatmeal), we had snacks (cheese and crackers), I had a beer (sugar cookie beer, sorry
karadekoolaid!)…time for that coffee cocktail!
Looked up a recipe…into a large glass with some ice…into a shaker with some more ice…and cream and Baileys and Kahlua.
Shake-shake-shake.
Into the ice-filled glass…whoops the highball glass is too small - how much does this make, anyway (recipe says one drink - glad I didn’t make a double like I’d normally do)?
Poured the whole mess into a nonic pint glass…topped with the cold coffee…stir, stir, stir…big spray of whipped cream and a grating of mint chocolate (Why not? It’s in the fridge).
Presented it to MrsT…ta-da!
“I told you I don’t like iced coffee. You wasted your time. Looks pretty, though.”
<Sluuuuurp>
“Have you tasted this yet?”
“Nope. All yours.”
“Jesus, this is delicious! Don’t lose the recipe for this!”