Posts tagged iced coffee
Posts tagged iced coffee
It is 10:30 am, we have been awake for five hours (minus one one-hour nap for Bear), and my big plan to just have an iced tea has failed me in a monumental way.
So we go to Tandem Coffee Roasters to get my new favorite thing, a malt iced coffee, and give Dave some time to sit quietly and pretend like he didn’t wake up at 5:30 am.
This is what getting an iced coffee is like for me these days:
I carry Bear out to the car, along with the baby carrier and my purse and probably five other things and strap him in. We discover that both Sophie and Monkey are already in the car, which means it’s going to be a good ride.
We play Dolly Parton and Kenny Roger’s Islands in the Stream on repeat because that’s the way I roll when Dave isn’t there to keep things in line.
Tandem is in a weird quasi-industrial area and I’m never sure what the parking situation is, so I always feel like I’m leaving my car maybe in a parking spot and maybe just in the middle of someone’s property. I abandon my car next to Tandem in something that looks parking spot-ish. I take Bear out of his car seat, Monkey falls on the ground. I strap Bear in to the baby carrier. You haven’t lived until you’ve strapped a sweaty 20-pound baby to your chest in 85 degree heat with 90 percent humidity. I do a deep squat with the 20 pound baby to retrieve Monkey from the asphalt and head in to Tandem.
Tandem is a vision of warm industrial-minimalist design. It looks like it was designed expressly for the purpose of looking lovely in photos for one’s blog, and I would have taken a photo for my blog except that my phone camera has decided to give up the ghost after a whole two months of active duty. There’s exposed brick, plain white walls bisected by a thin wood counter, gleaming metal and glass equipment, studio stools, a collection of old records and a record player, a discrete stack of pastries or donuts under a glass cloche, and I want to say polished concrete floors but I can’t be sure. It’s a polished concrete floors kind of place. Happily, I wore my black and white tie-dye plaid muumuu tunic (yes) and Bear was in a black baby carrier so we fit in well.
Photo from Tandem’s website.
Bear spends his time as we wait for my coffee giving one of the other patrons a dead-eyed stare as the patron smiles and makes funny faces in an effort to be pleasant. Bear has none of it. Bear decides to chew the strap of the baby carrier.
I get my malt iced coffee, which is spectacular, and my Holy Donut chocolate sea salt donut, which is also spectacular, and have a minute of quietly enjoying life in a nicely air conditioned and attractive coffee shop with my giant baby strapped to me.
Bear tries to reach for my iced coffee and I think he’s trying to reach for the cup because he has enjoyed that in the past so I angle the bottom toward him so he can grab it. It becomes clear that he wants the top of the cup and out-maneuvers me to grab the paper straw and stuff it into his mouth. I’m going to pause here to discuss the paper straw. It is lovely and I can only imagine extraordinarily expensive and you can ALMOST forgive the way they melt and get gross in liquid (like, say, an iced coffee, or your mouth) because they are so photogenic. So Bear grabs that thing and shoves it into his mouth and the straw just gives up. Totally and completely. I unclench Bear’s fist and reveal a crumpled shadow of a straw.
This is why we can’t have nice things.
So I take my iced coffee, and my donut, and my crumpled straw and we get back in the car. I strap Bear in to his carseat. I hand him Monkey, which he proceeds to shove deep into his mouth. We drive home singing Islands in the Stream. We’re halfway home when I remember that Monkey fell on the ground. And then Bear starts fussing and we stop Islands and sing The Ants Go Marching til we get home.
The popsicles I make have literally not ever once looked this good, but aren’t they lovely? Wouldn’t it be nice if my popsicles were so pretty?
Ice Coffee Pops
It’s finally actually hot here in Maine, so I made iced coffee pops. They are everything I have ever wanted in a popsicle.
I made them basically the same way I make Vietnamese Iced Coffee: I make a coffee concentrate by combining 1/2 a pound of ground coffee with 4 1/2 or 5 cups water, let it sit for about a day, and then strain it. I keep the coffee concentrate in the fridge, and to serve, I mix the concentrate with sweetened condensed milk and regular milk over ice.
For the popsicles, I made a larger batch of the condensed milk/coffee concentrate/regular milk mixture, adding a little bit more sweetened condensed milk than usual.
The resulting popsicle is pretty icy, but I kind of like icy popsicles, and they are delicious.
Here’s a picture: