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年初

一定要喝一杯咖啡來和新年說聲Hi,於是挑選了曼巴咖啡豆,來手沖,看著熱水潺潺穿過曼巴豆粉形成咖啡,想起了一件小事,第一次喝到曼巴咖啡的時空裡。


那是一間在中山北路新娘街道的尾巴,過了地下道然後在2樓的咖啡店,很家庭式也很少裝潢,當然更少客人,好像只有我吧,要去櫃台點,所以找到位置(因為都是空蕩蕩的,很難找適當的位置),一杯一百左右,忘記確實金額(畢竟12年前的事了),第一次被詢問要怎麼泡咖啡,是手沖還是虹吸式又或著espresso,想了一下就手沖吧!第一次有人在我面前沖咖啡,白色的濾紙撒上咖啡粉,然後墊在杯子上面,金色的細長嘴的壺,透過老板的手,一圈一圈的倒在濾紙上,他說這沒什麼,只要你每天練就很容易,那時候只覺得喝杯咖啡而已,不要太複雜,而且這店就我們二人,你是可以很常練齁,總之最後喝下去的時候,只覺得,就是黑咖啡嘛!


那時還不懂如何愛咖啡,或許也還不能體會什麼是愛吧,只知道喝這杯咖啡光是看他用的時候就比我喝完的時間要長了,可是不能不承認,到現在回想起咖啡的模樣時,都是他在我面前不急不徐的沖泡的樣子,店可能也倒了(那時候就要倒不倒的了),也不知道他有沒有再幫別人沖泡,只知道現在我喝著咖啡,偶爾回想起那間破破的2樓咖啡屋和裡面的老板,任何事物只要獲得人的關注,就是永遠了,永遠在人的腦海中吧,現在當然不只喝曼巴,任何淺中深的烘焙出來的咖啡都是我嚐鮮的咖啡,也不只是手沖,任何變的出咖啡的手法都試試,但是唯有那個人的手沖是停留在腦海裡。


所以年初就來沖泡一下曼巴,感受一下過去的咖啡,再來迎接未來吧,沒有過去就不會有今天的我,雖然受傷,但是心境很美好,新的一年,來吧!不管多痛苦多累人,喝杯咖啡再努力,人生不就這樣。

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