How to Make a Good Mug of Coffee

I’m stressed. Where normally I would be browsing the websites of major Canadian newspapers, lately, I find myself shunning them. My usual morning ritual of listening to CBC on the way to work in the morning has been usurped by a half-hour of soothing, mind-numbing music. As well, part of me is thankful that, as a teacher, I can shut out the outside world for hours at a time. And while I’m not writing, I’ve been giving the warrantee on my PS3 a run for its money. For the lack of a real word, I’m feeling kind of ‘escapy’ lately.

Of course, one large source of my worries is the political landscape of my fair country, its obnoxious players and ominous trends of late. A June 5th article in The Globe and Mail predicted a Conservative majority in 2011. Who needs to read that on a Wednesday? It’s midway through the workweek, for crying out loud; it’s cause for mild celebration. But nooooo, Andrew Steele has to rub his educated opinions in my face at 6:30 in the morning. Perhaps John Ralston Saul was right in stating that although we can remember singular events, the average person on the street has no linear memory, which would be very useful in remembering that our $13 billion national surplus occurred before our country’s current administration came into power, and the $56 billion deficit came after. But hey, I’ve got to live with my capitalist-no-free-handouts-except-for-me! friends, so I will digress, and in the spirit of Christopher Hitchens’ article How to Make a Decent up of Tea, I will lend some of my own advice on how to make a decent mug of coffee.

Yes, the irony of writing an article about being stressed while glorifying coffee isn’t lost on me. But as a Cappuccino-drinking, limp-wristed Toronto elitist, I would like to remind you of the deeper irony that people like me are often mocked for drinking espresso – coffee in its most concentrated form – by those who manfully pride themselves as fans of Tim Horton’s, a brew which couldn’t be more insipid if it came with training wheels and a set of water-wings by comparison. Or, as I say, coffee for bed-wetters.

First of all, forget everyday brands like Maxwell House, Folgers, and Van Houtte. Why? Because these are regular coffee. This is not an elitist thing, it’s a strength thing. What you need is something POTENT. I always go for Medaglia D’oro Caffe myself. You can find tins of it in most supermarkets; it has the colours of the Italian flag. If not, you can try some Lavazza. What? The names sound to uppity-European for you? Well, remember Rocky Marciano? He had a European last name as well, are you going to call him limp-wristed? Turkish coffee is also pretty good but, it’s a little too light for my taste.

Next, get yourself a French Press or one of these guys. I just bought one of the latter and WOW, I tasted the infinite. There is nothing like pressure brewed coffee. The first time tried it, it was too strong, even for me. And whatever you do, do not pack the filter. I learned the hard way, and my stove top suffered the consequences.

If you are, however, committed to your percolator, just take whatever you normally put in the strainer, and double it. If you can see sun through a freshly-brewed pot, than it is too weak. In fact, the coffee should be black enough that it absorbs any light from the immediate area. Oh, and I almost forgot, be sure to add a teaspoon of cinnamon to the grinds BEFORE you brew it. I know, I know, cinnamon. But it takes the edge off what is an extremely potent mug of coffee. I’ve also tried egg shells, and they work for the taste as well, but this is where cleanliness comes into play. If you’re the kind of person who tends to leave the old grinds in the filter while you go away on a trip, then I wouldn’t recommend it. If you’re the kind of person who has the dust-buster on standby while you’re eating cookies, then by all means, knock yourself out.

Lastly, if you like to sweeten your coffee, then I recommend a tablespoon of honey, or even better, genuine maple syrup. Don’t knock it till you try it. You’ve got to fight fire with fire, and what you have just brewed is something thick and bitter, what you need to counter the bitterness is something sweet and just as thick. Table sugar just won’t cut it. You’ll find it cowering at the bottom of the mug, dazed and blinking into the light. After that, it’s just a matter if you like your coffee creamed or not. But for me, dairy is just window dressing for the amateurs.

I hope this helps, and that I’ve managed to convert some of you ardent Tim Horton fans into trying out some REAL coffee.

Finally, I just like to mention to all the tea drinkers: quit fooling yourself. Warm tap water is cheaper, and just as tasty.

December’s Top Five Videos

 
 

5. This is a great message on materialism from Bill Maher. And before anyone comments that the message is spurious, if not hypocritical, because Bill is rich, let me pre-empt those people (Jacob!) by saying: How very astute of you to catch that! Here, have a hero cookie! Perhaps if you would have bothered to get off your butt and make a video like this, then I would be posting yours here, and not Bill’s. Merry Christmas everybody!

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4. Got this one from Lisa, and am posting it because, though Lord I have tried to get interested in fabric (her passion) I nevertheless feel like I’ve been hit with a rubber mallet every time I walk into Romni Wools. Anyhoo, this has fabric in it, AND I find it fascinating! A first!!

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3. This is plain nuts. 20 inches of ice? What does that even mean?

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2. Hey, flash mobbers, do something like this and then I’ll be impressed.

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1. “Yesterday”, a poignant piece by M.S. Merwin.

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Other People’s Poetry

 
The Soldier
 

by guest poet David Livingstone Clink
 

If he could speak he’d ask for some food, some water, and you’d invite him in. Taking off his boots and putting his feet up, he’d sip lemonade with you on the back porch. He’d talk about where he grew up, which sports he played, and the women he knew. He’d say this place is very much like the place he grew up in, but the sky seemed bigger in his hometown. You’d ask if he wants to stay for the BBQ, and he’d surprise you by saying yes. He’d eat his fill, wash it down with a few beers. Before it gets dark he’d say he’d lost his map. Can you tell me where the enemy is? he would ask, and you’d point beyond the trees, and he’d thank you for your hospitality, and he’d be off, walking in the direction of those trees. But no, the faceless soldier cannot speak, you don’t strike up a conversation, you don’t invite him in. He passes your house and you get a sense of relief as you watch him become a distant memory, become the landscape, the soldier as much a part of the world as that distant mountain that draws everything in, even the clouds.
 

 

From his latest collection, Monster.
 

 

The World Swings Right

“There’s a revolution going on and we’re on the wrong side”, Paisley Rae says to me over dinner. She and I have been talking about what we always talk about when we meet up, politics. This time around it’s about the state of affairs in Canada. More specifically, what Paisley thinks is a slow and steady shift to the political right for the country’s voting public. There’s a lot of merit to that claim, given the recent municipal election win of right-winger Rob Ford to Toronto’s top seat, the rise of conservative Tim Hudak, who has set his sights on Ontario’s premiership in the next provincial election, and a federal Conservative minority government that us lefties haven’t been able to shake in what seems like donkeys years.

I don’t want to agree with her and it shows. I tell her that the average person is becoming more conservative as a response to the credit crisis and currently responding well to any austere measures proposed or made by government. Socially, people have shifted to the right because of 9/11 and all the bombing attempts since (Bear in mind that I’m saying this through mouthfuls of house salad, and not with the polished cadence you are reading here).

But I have to face facts, there is no denying that things have gotten more conservative up here in Canuckistan, and throughout the developed world, for that matter, but – as awful as this may sound – I think there’s more to it than horrific events like 9/11 and economic disasters like the credit crisis. The societal fallout from the former and the spending habits of the developed world leading up to the latter are part of slow and gradual failure of the system as a whole.

First, take money-strapped public school systems that have been pressuring their teachers to push kids through school before they ready. When the students graduate – a good number of them semi-illiterate, according to the CBC – many will be unlikely to pick up another book again. Those students who go from highschool to college will do so to learn a skilled trade. Those that go on to university will choose majors that will land in careers that pay well. In either case, if any of college or university students take a course in the humanities (arts, literature, history) it will merely be for the elective, and not out of personal interest.

(Now, let me be clear by saying that going to university or college to secure a decent job is a perfectly reasonable and responsible choice to make. However, the point I want to get across is that the focus of an MBA or an electrician’s apprenticeship program is to train a student for a specific career path or trade; it is not meant to encourage personal introspection, critical thinking, or any kind of world perspective.)

Second, now that you have a population of people with a little bit to a lot of extra money/credit and not too much time for self-reflection or critical thinking, you couple them to a multi-billion dollar media industry designed to fascinate and titillate the viewers with shows about affluent people living fabulous and exciting lives (while simultaneously making the audience feel like crap about their own lives), all while streaming out the message “buy this and you will be happier” twenty hours a day seven days a week.

If you know where I am going with this, you might be saying to yourself that people aren’t really that manipulable. Yes, there are. I know this because I am as just as manipulable. I consider myself creative, well-read, reasonably level-headed and non-materialistic. I don’t have cable TV so I don’t have the exposure to commercials that most people do, but nevertheless, I get envious of friends who have bigger homes and nicer cars. And although I don’t care much for expensive gadgets, I walk into an Apple store and I suddenly feel like a kid in a…well…candy apple store (I really want a new Ipod Nano! The touch-screen is so cool!) In regards to scaring easily, I’ll tell you that more and more these days the news stresses me out to the point where I seek shelter in my Mp3 player on the way to work in the morning. It’s so much easier just to tune in to mindless, mind-numbing melodies than to face the REAL music.

Now, imagine a whole population of people, who just want to tune out the world completely, as well as no way of addressing there darker inner thoughts and fears. If you can imagine this, then you can imagine an under-informed population, easily spooked by news reports about terrorists, and whose only outlet from this fear – as well as from day to day stresses – is to either get home and smother their worries in the latest episode of Modern Family, or go to the mall and buy a flatscreen for the kitchen.

Add all these factors together and what do you get? Well, on one particular day a year, you get something like this:

Think my theory is a bit of a stretch so far? I find it very difficult how else to explain a crowd of well-fed people would behave this way. These aren’t mobs alcohol-enraged football fans, neither are they throngs of people escaping the fire of gunman. These are shoppers.

TV and shopping are the mirror and the security blanket for such a populace. The former is the gateway to the luxurious lives that have ever been denied it. The latter is a weekly or daily taste of the pleasure, security and control the members of the population would have in such a life. Both are fantasies held together by buying power. Take away a person’s buying power, fragile as it is in these trying times, and you take away a good chunk of their identity. In another Youtube video, the narrator describes how people in the states are so desperate for cash they are turning their houses into restaurants. My reaction to this is not one of sympathy for the home-owner-come-restaurateur, but one of frustration towards the patrons: If things are so tight that you can’t afford even McDonalds, why not just stay home and save your money? The answer is that other than TV, buying stuff is the only outlet these people possess. It’s all they’ve been taught.

So Paisley, to respond to your statement in a rather roundabout way I would say: no wonder there’s been a shift to the right. The zeitgeist of today is busy trying to reconcile the glorious spending sprees of the past with the thinner wallets of the present. It has little time for thoughts about safety nets and social programs, public community centres and light rail transit. And this zeitgeist, paranoid about terrorists and worried about its latest Visa bill, has very little patience for those liberals that would entertain thoughts of diverting any of its remaining spending money to fund such things.