When I first learned to make coffee, I was full of curiosity about everything unknown here, the coffee machine, the grinder, and the barista who explained it to me. The barista who explained to me was very gentle and warm, which made my face flush.
She let me relax and let go of all distracting thoughts. Only with a good mood can I make a good cup of coffee, and only with peace of mind can I enjoy a good cup of coffee. Her face is like a blooming white orchid, with a smile written on her face, full of joy. The beautiful arc of her mouth made my heart melt like a child, but I couldn't calm down, plopping. I stood there stupidly, I didn't know how to tie my apron. She bent down, wrapped her slender hands around my waist, and tied a silly simple bow with a serious face. The sun shines on the body through the window, and a sense of happiness comes out naturally along with the warmth. Is this the feeling of being in love?
She took me into the bar and introduced me one by one the functions of the coffee machine and the grinder; she also told me a story about a shepherd and the origin of coffee. After listening to her, I couldn't wait to try it. She demonstrated it to me once and made a cup of cappuccino, and her Lafayette heart was very full. A feeling that the stars and stars in the sky are at my fingertips hit me. I thought the coffee latte art was so far away, but now I feel that it is not so far away. Or is there a kind of ability to bring the unreachable things closer?
I started to grind and press the powder, put the powder cake on the coffee machine, press the button, the reddish-brown coffee slowly dripped into the cup, elegant but simple, and the rich aroma of coffee came out, which stimulated my excitement. nerve. The next step is to froth the milk. The steam from the steam wand of the coffee machine is very hot, and I don’t know how to control the size of the steam. I am inevitably a little worried. Turning on the steam wand, I was a little scared, a little nervous, and my hands shook involuntarily, a little cold. At this time, her hand held mine and asked me to pay attention to the temperature of the milk. She said that the temperature of milk should not exceed 75°C, as it will destroy the molecules of milk and make it less healthy to drink. She reminded me that the temperature that felt hot was almost 60°. The milk is hot to the touch now, and I'm relieved that the pumping is finally over. But I can't remember the feeling of hot hands at all. I only remember the feeling of her hand at 37 degrees, a feeling that slowly warms my heart, a feeling that gives you confidence and courage.
The last is the latte art. The latte art needs to use a thin stream of water to blend coffee and milk, and finally a large stream of water will blow the milk foam back into a white pattern. Although it seems simple, the water flow is really difficult to control, and the pattern did not come out. She said, it doesn't matter, it can be remedied. She taught me how to carve. Half of her golden hair hangs down, and she carefully carves a flower with a drawing needle. She can't help but sigh, a serious woman is so beautiful. Followed her to teach me how to draw the swirl, and finally I finished my perfect cup of coffee.
This coffee DIY brought me the feeling of being in love, blushing, heartbeat, tension, warmth, happiness, and satisfaction. Making a cup of coffee is really a wonderful process. I would like to thank "Biandu Coffee", a college student entrepreneurial coffee shop, for bringing me an unprecedented feeling. I hope to share it with more people, get in touch with coffee, and fall in love with coffee.
