Curbing my enthusiasm for coffee
I don't know if Butlers coffee is especially nice. I'm not a coffee connoisseur. Nowadays I take one espresso a day, for the jolt mainly. And for me it tastes as good out of the Nespresso as it does anywhere else. Sometimes, depending on my circumstances, coffee tastes nicer. Like in a sunny square somewhere in Italy.
I think it's me that varies rather than the coffee. It's like how I also imagine that every pot of Happy Pear pesto is different. Sometimes it appears to have a different consistency, or a sharper, fresher, more basily tang. But that must be me too. I'm in a different mood every time I eat some, so it is a different me that comes to each pot.
Sometimes I feel bitter eating Happy Pear pesto, because, to be honest, I resent every fiver I give those Happy Pear guys. It doesn't sit well with me. Not sure why. Is it because they are so pleased with themselves? So much better than me? More dynamic and muscular and generally nicer than me?