Except for the next time I do it for the pound of Yucatan still in my fridge, I vow that I will never, ever, EVER use a Turkish coffee grind to make the Black Blood of the Earth again. The sediment and thoroughly extracted oils are quite sufficient to completely plug filter paper such that air has a hard time passing.
As I was squeezing the filter to get every last bit of Turkish grind Ethiopian Yirgacheffe bean juice, the paper would form these glossy black boils. I like to imagine that if Chlthuloid horrors had acne, it would look like that. With just a bit extra pressure, a fine jet of black sludge sprang forth from the eldritch zit, flying several feet across the kitchen, staining all it touched...including skin.
Until this evening, I don't think I truly understood what the word "ichor" meant.
Happy early Halloween.
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