Lograh (lograh) wrote,
Lograh
lograh

mmmmm.. kawphy...

I made kawphy this morning. (note to Ox#10: sorry if I accidentally left the stove on, I think I turned it off, but for some reason I'm not sure right now.)

It's not too bad. The chocolate is subtle enough, I could have used a little more aged honey, and perhaps a spoonful or two less sugar, but I got the level of grinds right finally. I really need to stop off in the spice aisle this weekend and get the proper spices, as I don't have any and the lack of them is seriously showing. All this on top of the fact that I'm forced to use incorrect grinds makes me surprised that I even got something drinkable at all out of it.

These complaints are not terribly unusual, though, as every time I do this it comes out differently. I approach kawphy making as an art form (ya kinda have to). It's not just a simple matter of spooning a cup of grinds into some filter and letting heated water fall through it. Oh no, that is not what life is about my brothers. True kawphy making involves proper preparation of the ingredients. One must have them ready for the precise moment when you add them to the mixture. You need to be focused on the task at hand, lest you miss the boil-over and wind up with a burner-bottom covered with burnt grinds and a pot of useless sludge (been there, done that).

Making a reasonable batch of kawphy will easily take 20 min (and that's hurried) out of your day. Finding the right ingredients can consume months of searching (and years of kicking yer own ass for later forgetting where you found them.. ARGH!). Discovering the subtle interaction of the ingredients, the slight variations on the methods of cooking them, is a process that can take a lifetime.

Hence why I call it kawphy and not coffee. This is not yer standard swill the masses slurp down without thought every day. This stands on it's own (indeed, a fork can stand in some of the thicker batches I've made -- well, almost) apart from the rest.

When people see my kawphy for the first time, they are given pause to wonder. They remark on the darkness (blackest liquid you will ever see; light does *NOT* penetrate it). They comment on the texture of the surface (yes, it has a texture you can see). Then it happens, they pick up the cup, and they sniff it. And you see a noticeable change on their face. Their eyebrows raise up, a smile crosses their face, they open their eyes and you can see relaxation starting to fill their mind. They look at me, and back at the cup, and are more willing to taste this creation they hold in their hands. When they do taste it, it is as if they are using their tongue for the first time. I can't help but smile and feel some amount of pride in my art when they finish their sip and just stand there, unable to say anything other than "wow".

And these were the reactions I got this morning from the workers at the local Java City. This morning's batch isn't the best I've done, as I mentioned earlier, but it is still worlds beyond anything common espresso can hope to achieve.

I made kawphy this morning. And it is good. :)
Subscribe
  • Post a new comment

    Error

    default userpic
    When you submit the form an invisible reCAPTCHA check will be performed.
    You must follow the Privacy Policy and Google Terms of use.
  • 6 comments