(November 15, 2011 at 12:40 pm)thesummerqueen Wrote: O Captain, my Captain.Warm scones freshly out the oven served with the finest strawberry preserve and clotted cream from Devon. The cream is hand drawn from Fresians by fair fresh faced wenches from the west country. All served with a smashing cuppa, poured from a gently warmed ceramic pot of delicious refreshing tea. No contest TSQ.
First of all, if you have to knock biscotti, it's because you haven't tasted biscotti made by my two pretty hands. It's quite good. Second, I drink my coffee sometimes done up all fancy, but actually do not want all sorts of shit all over it unless I'm doing it Irish style in which the whipped cream balances out the bite of the whiskey. Third, you must have been drinking some shite that comes in a cheap plastic can pre-ground and already tasteless, because a *good* cup of coffee is the sexually promising kiss of the morning. I generally sip mine over nice and runny over-easy eggs, hot southern biscuits (nothing like your English biscuits) and steaming sausage. In the evenings, a spot of coffee with a bit of vanilla creamer nicely rounds out an ice cream dessert. I don't eat macaroons unless it's Passover, and then you don't have to worry about what I'm drinking because I'm usually also feasting on gefilte fish which is far more offensive than even the worst cup of coffee to a non-Jew's palate.
"I still say a church steeple with a lightning rod on top shows a lack of confidence"...Doug McLeod.
