J [ampersand] S

We're hanging out in J[ampersand]S, one of my favorite coffee shops, listening to a pianist.

He just apologized for his sparkplug boot's slipping.  He only has one hand and plays mean piany with a wicked left hook.

My boss, like my aunt, had polio when he was young.  And though he rolls around on Phil wood hubs, he sets stones better in his sleep than most can on a good day.

We find a way to make things work.

Like three speed bikes: somehow people get places on them.

carmelized butter for cookies

Mmmmmm coffee.

In the foreground, over a low flame the butter is slowly melted.

Stirring is important to keep the butter from burning.  I have burnt it before and the smell is terrible.  Also the pan has to be washed before starting over.  Pain in the ass.

After the butter melts it doesn't seem to do anything at all.  FOR EVER!

Panic sets in.  Doubt runs rampant. and suddenly it turns from canary yellow to a light brown.

And then BAM! its done.  remove from heat and cool it in a bowl.

The coffee brewing in the background is the organic Laotian medium roast from J [ampersand] S.  

(why the hell can't I use the ampersand? code I'll bet.)