Sugar, coffee and making ducks
Last night I was lamenting the fact I have not drank any coffee for about 4 or 5 months. I love coffee – but it doesn’t love me back. Actually it pretty much hates me. Since this is clearly an abusive relationship it is logical for me to steer clear.
And as I was letting out a sad sigh imagining how much I would enjoy coffee at that very moment, the sigh became longer and more pronounced (probably audible in the Northern hemisphere by that point) when I thought of the delight that would also be making a duck in my coffee. I don’t know what the practice is called in other countries, but in France it is ‘Faire un canard‘ (don’t ask me: I just speak the language, I didn’t come up with it). And it’s as simple as taking a sugar cube, dipping it into coffee, and chomping on it.
The art of the perfect duck however not so simple: don’t dip in too long or the sugar cube will become saturated with coffee and begin to crumble – either in your cup, or even worse in your mouth when you are expecting a crisp chomp. Don’t dip in too little, or you won’t taste enough coffee and it will take a while to work your way through chewing a largish lump of dry sugar. This is speaking from years of practice: my parents let me make canards in their coffee as a child, long before I was allowed a cup all to myself.
Even though I swore off sugar more than a decade ago and I can’t handle coffee (you’re following right?), about now they both sound just like heaven. Especially if the sugar is shaped like a little ducky.
Sigh….
I found the little sugar ducky here. In case you want a box of 12, in which 11 are white sugar and 1 is raw.
Oh my gosh! The little duck is super super cute! I don’t see how one would be able to make one though…
http://annawalker1992.blogspot.com/
His little face and his little tail just get me!
PS Anna: I would personally advocate holding him by the head and dunking his little butt in the coffee – more surface area and no likely weak point.
xxx
Sabine, why give up everything good? We all have to die somehow, right? That’s why I smoke cigarettes. Nicotine has been found a good preventive against Alzheimers. Don’t believe me. You can look it up. When my relatives chide me for my habit, I remind them that the only old folks in our genetic lines who ever went mad with senility and dementia were the two who didn’t smoke or drink. Enjoy some good coffee with sugar once in awhile, and when you die, go happy!
You’re like the little tempting devil on my shoulder! I love it :)
Jeanne Calment used to smoke and drink (and eat chocolate in large amounts) and she lived to 122. Nuts!