Now now, you can't rush good coffee. [ Ursula pat his shoulder, taking up the beans and the grinder and setting to her work. It was fairly simple to watch and figure out what she was doing, grinding the beats first with the press and taking the resulting power and placing it over the pot with a scrap of muslin acting as a filter. Into the filter she poured hot water from a nearby kettle, and the scent once more filled the air, that much stronger as the coffee was brewed.
Once that was done, she carefully removed the wet grounds with the muslin, setting it in a tray and taking up the glass coffee pot, pouring out a small cup. A bit of ground chicory root, some blackened sugar, and just a teaspoon of cool cream...
She handed the cup back to her companion. ] Careful, now, it's hot.
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Once that was done, she carefully removed the wet grounds with the muslin, setting it in a tray and taking up the glass coffee pot, pouring out a small cup. A bit of ground chicory root, some blackened sugar, and just a teaspoon of cool cream...
She handed the cup back to her companion. ] Careful, now, it's hot.