Coffee, Tea and me
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Why somethings do not get experimented on
I was reading Quora recently when I saw that a commentor had suggested using a tea ball to make coffee. Just add the ground coffee into a tea ball. Toss the tea ball into some hot water and then fish it out. Then just pour water over the tea ball to flush away the coffee ground. Easy peachy.
Taste
The steps were simple, and I did not have an issue with them. Some tea balls have mesh with bigger holes so there was a concern with the grounds spilling out. The whole process was relatively fuss free. Until I brought the coffee to my lips. My logical brain told me that it was going to be a French press coffee. It would be oily and thicker. But there would be nothing out of the ordinary.
Taboo
And the rubber meets the road. Or more accurately, when my lips went near the coffee, my mouth refuse to touch the liquid. There was no smell and the heat was minimal. The fact that the coffee was made with a tea ball made it literally hard to swallow. It felt dirty, unclean to drink the abomination. Coffee that had some unholy union with a tea making apparatus.
Coffee and tea shared the same cup? No problem. A cup is just a tool. I am not having dietary restrictions for items sharing the same plates and bowls. Pork, beef, meat and dairy products can share everything. I can even use the same spoon without washing for stirring different stuff. (If you are one of my guest or future guest, I wash the spoons when there is polite company.)
Just do it
Although my skin crawled and my stomach churned, I swallowed the mixture. It was gritter at the end but if it was blind tasting test, I would not have been able to tell the difference. Unfortunately, once I have known that the coffee had an unholy union with a stainless-steel tea ball, I could not bring myself to accept that the tea ball was just a mesh filter.
The Spirit
There is something called the subconscious and unconscious mind. There is a reason that I have procrastinated about making coffee with a tea ball. It is also similar to why I always look for Irish Cream Bailey in menus but never tried it. Chocolate, cream and alcohol? What kind of devil’s milk are the Irish brewing?
I would like to write more but I feel a rumble in my tummy. Divine punishment for the unholy beverage consumption?
