Coffee Story #3

The Face Behind the Anonymous Mask

Remember, remember!
The fifth of November,
The Gunpowder treason and plot;
I know of no reason
Why the Gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot!

I’m not english. My clients are, born and raised in England. I started my day with a morning of poetry and recitation contest. Haha.

This is a stanza taken from an English children’s rhyme, Fifth of November. There’s no reading between the lines here because the story is as real as it sounds.

Guy Fawkes Mask

It is popularly known by many, particularly in America, as the Anonymous mask–which now has evolved into a global symbol of anti-government protest and resistance.

Anyone who’s seen the film would instantly recognize the mask donned by the revolutionary protagonist in Alan Moore’s “V for Vendetta”.

Sure enough, the mask was undeniably a major element to the plot and added a touch of mystery to the vigilante’s character, which I found rather powerful. But, beneath the creepy smiling white face, arched eyebrows, red cheeks and black mustache lies a longstanding and unforgotten history that dates back to the 17th century.

Guy Fawkes Day (also referred to as Gunpowder Treason Plot, Bonfire Night, Fireworks Night) is an annual event celebrated across U.K. to commemorate the failed attempt of Guy Fawkes and his fellow conspirators to blow up the Houses of Parliament and assassinate King James I on November 5th, 1605.

Guy Fawkes

Fawkes, born a protestant, later converted to Catholicism and joined a group of English Catholics to plot the overthrow of the Protestant Government, in hopes of re-establishing Catholic monarchy in England.

The night of the Gunpowder plot, he was found guarding 36 barrels of gunpowder, stored in a cellar, just under the House of Lords. With the plot sabotaged and discovered before it even took place, Fawkes along with other plotters that he named, were arrested, brutally tortured and executed for treason.

Following that, every year, the British regarded November 5th as a national Thanksgiving Day (rejoicing the safety of the King’s life) like the 4th of July in America.

Traditionally, villagers set off fireworks and children paraded straw effigies of Guy Fawkes along the streets, begging “A penny for the Guy” and burnt them to ashes on bonfires.

What’s your coffee story today?

Coffee Story # 2

Love at first cup: Italian Coffee 🇮🇹

“Pull up a chair. Take a taste. Come join us. Life is so endlessly delicious.”

~Ruth Reichl

Buongiorno, per me un caffè latte per favore!

Caffè Latte

I learned a little bit of italian after months of frequenting this “bar” (which is nothing like a pub) but it’s what we generally call a “cafe, coffee shop or coffeehouse”.

I’m not an absolute coffee aficionado but i have to say, nothing beats an authentic italian coffee–even Starbucks (Ooops ✌), one sip and you’ll forget this place even exists.

Besides the quality taste, the italian culture of enjoying coffee while standing and chatting “al banco” or at the counter always fascinates me. I like it. After all, coffee is meant to be enjoyed socially, slowly and not on-the-go.

I first fell in love with caffè macchiato. Think of it as a crossbreed between espresso and cappuccino–lightly milky and frothy. I call it a “babyccino” lol, as it is also served in a tiny cup (half the regular cup) or “demitasse” en français.
But it’s every bit as satisfying as the grande.

From a coffee standpoint, it’s not the size that matters, it’s the magic inside.

Grazie, Antonio!

Molto Buono! 👌

What’s your coffee story today?

Coffee Story # 1

“We are cups, constantly and quietly being filled. The trick is, knowing how to tip ourselves over and let the beautiful stuff out”.

~Ray Bradbury

What coffee taught me about life: History of Laundry

I am not a big fan of coffee. I don’t particularly dislike it either. But long and meaningful conversations over coffee, definitely! It’s limitless–where random thoughts eventually develop into creative ideas, deeper insights and even potentially life-changing realizations. Ranging from life, family, culture, religion, history, sports, fashion, literature, travel, you never know where a cup of coffee will take you.

Caramelatte

Today, it transported me back in time to the 1930s.

Wringer Washer

This is a vintage hand-operated wringer washer that we spotted earlier in an antique shop for $175.

I was fascinated by how this contraption was designed–the simple yet remarkably fine workmanship of this piece (which I thought was a baking equipment at first, it looked like a rolling pin! Haha)

I learned it was widely used in the UK and in much of Europe and North America–back in those days before automatic washing machines were invented.

The roller on top of the machine is the “wringer”, made of either wood or hard rubber that squeezes excess water out of the clothes when fed into them.

Yes, it’s a sloooow and laborious process which will most likely take up your entire day. Whoah! But hey, when I was a kid, I used to walk down to the river with our househelper to wash our clothes. She would mercilessly beat the clothes with a wooden bat, stomp or slam them on the rocks (pretty brutal thinking about it now!). You don’t even wanna know how long the entire process took, probably twice or thrice the number of cycles on a standard washing machine nowadays. But it was a very effective method in getting rid of the dirt and the clothes came out cleaner than I thought. Surprisingly, despite the technological advances and improvements in this modern age, this antiquated laundry method is still being practiced today in my hometown and even in some parts of the world.

What’s your coffee story today? 🙂