Part 2 (Bettina Has a Caller continued)

How It Tasted

Coffee

Poor Frank…

This coffee was so strong I could almost hear it snarl when it was poured into the cups. My husband—a coffee aficionado if ever there was one—seemed to enjoy it and I, out of a sense of duty, managed with some effort to finish mine.

End result: we both fidgeted for hours and then proceeded to toss and turn in bed. Eye-popping this brew was, and a genuine cure for narcolepsy.

Twin Mountain Muffins

Alas these muffins were even more rubbery than expected. After a bit of Internet sleuthing I concluded that I’d either overmixed the batter or baked the muffins in too hot an oven…perhaps both.

Still, used as a base for strawberry shortcake they were adequate, and they certainly weren’t difficult to prepare.

Would I Make This Again?

Probably--in fact I plan take another crack at the muffins fairly soon.

But the coffee—geez, it was strong and also rather time-consuming to prepare. I didn’t especially like it or its aftereffects, but my husband thought it was fine and actually asked me to make it for him the next morning. After watching him drink it and then buzz around the house I could see its appeal—as effective as a can or six of Red Bull and, in sufficient quantities, potential fuel for a rocket ship blasting to the moon.