Slow Burn Coffee Novels & Stories

It was really good. Eevonne looked at Ruth and Sabrina with her eyes widened. "What…what is the brand of this coffee? Why is it so delicious?" Sabrina smiled. "Doesn't it taste bitter at first but then sweet after that? Also, the sweetness at the end makes you want to keep savoring it?" Eevonne nodded. "Mm-hmm. Yes." Sabrina let out a long sigh. "This coffee is called…cat poop coffee." Eevonne uttered, "Oh…"

It hissed and groaned, steam billowing out in angry clouds. A single, chipped ceramic mug, a mug I had thrown in the trash years ago because it was too cheap for my kitchen, was sitting in the dispenser. I hadn't put it there. The machine poured a dark, muddy liquid into the cup. The smell hit me instantly. It wasn't the aroma of roasted Arabica. It was the scorched, chemical scent of thrift store blend, the 99-cent coffee Shay used to drink at 3:00 AM while she was rewriting my quarterly projections so I wouldn't look like a fool in front of the investors.

Malea's POV "One coffee brewed to 202 degrees Fahrenheit. Black, no sugar or Creme and a Cinnamon biscotti." I dropped the tall coffee cup along with the biscotti on the table and grinned at my accomplishment. Lucian looked up from his iMac and glared at me impassively. "You're 3 minutes late and I don't have time to eat a biscotti. Throw it away." He took a sip of the coffee and grimaced. Slowly, he took the lid off the coffee cup and looked inside. "Where'd you get this from?"

Heat spread from the cup into my chest, from his hands into my bones, and for a moment I understood what it means to be entirely loved without the performance of being lovable. “Tell me how you did this,” I murmured. “The coffee, I mean.” He smiled, not stopping the massage. “Fresh grind. Medium-fine. Water just off boil. I let it bloom—thirty seconds—to release the gases, then slow pour for control. Two-hundred grams for your cup because you like it a little lighter, two-forty for mine.” “I like it when you talk to me like a recipe,” I teased. “I like it when you listen like it matters.” He switched to gentle strokes behind my ears again, the place where the world retreats when coaxed. “Hon

"One pot of race fuel coming up." Elena walked to the kitchen and reached for her secret stash. She took out a sealed container and popped it open. She then retrieved the bag of Sello Roho coffee and scooped out enough to make a pot of high-octane coffee. Normally this was only available on the streets of Columbia, but she had bought this over the Internet. Starbuck's couldn't even come close to how good this stuff tasted; they were a pale wanna-be compared to this. The Hawaiian stuff she had tried from a friend came close, but this stuff had the caffeine equivalent of a six-pack of Jolt Cola. When the coffee was brewing and Elena was automatically going through her normal breakfast ritual,

Then I added vodka and mint syrup. The emcee called me up. "Contestant No. 13, explain your creation." I took the mic. "I first called this 'Forgive', but now it's 'Moon Breeze'. It's a breakup drink for people who got hurt. It's about forgiving yourself and not punishing yourself for someone else's mistakes." I smiled, letting go. I won a participation award but wasn't discouraged. My mixing clip went viral online, dubbed "The Most Beautiful Bartender". I didn't love the focus on my looks. Beauty without skills often got labeled trophies.

Ha! “Remake it. I'm certain I did not order cold coffee.” “What!” “Three minutes.” “But-” He put up one long elegant finger, leaving no room for argument. ~~~ “I hope he steps on a thousand Legos.” I put the pan back on the boiler. “I hope he gets buried under goat shit.” Added the coffee grounds. “I hope he slips on a banana peel.” And waited till the coffee brewed.

Dear Joel, I am just sitting here avoiding work as I can officially say I am burnt out and need a break. And now I’m sitting at my work desk, drinking my tea (strong black tea, no sugar) as I have never been a coffee drinker, and taking a moment to write you back before my day starts. At least that is one good thing about the holiday season, I get a whole two weeks off!

He reached for the coffeemaker with the intention to make coffee for himself, he started off by measuring cold water into the water reservoir of the coffee maker then he poured a measured spoon of ground coffee into the filter and placed the basket into the machine, he turned the machine on and waited for the coffee to brew. It took about five minutes from the time the water began to drip onto the ground coffee to when the water had completely mixed up with the coffee, Ryan turned the machine off and took the glass carafe. He poured the contents of the glass into a mug and decided to spice up his coffee with a pinch of cinnamon, then he added cocoa powder, he brought out a bottle of bailey c

I nodded as to show I understood, taking another piece. “So, I like cold brew coffee and you can’t just mix in whole or melted chocolate in a cold drink, it will just harden and turn into a candy or something. So, I decided to try to mix grounded roasted coffee beans to a melted and tempered chocolate. And who knew it would be a successful idea, and on the first try at that.”