I wasn’t at my parents place that long this time and Mr. Barista (my Dad) with the coffee-art skills was off out early to golf a couple of days so I had to attempt to make my own. The ‘A’ was mine and the next day I attempted a ‘C’, slipped and ended up with a euro sign so I didn’t bother to photograph that. This chocolate powder stuff is tricky, I fully understand why they have those stencils in Costa and Starbucks. Here’s my very poor ‘A’ and my Dad’s ones. Bless his patience!
I was browsing back through old photos while blogging and realised I missed a whole batch of the very best of my Dad’s yummy coffees-with-chocolate-pictures (usually personalised or some in-joke) from last year. I can’t believe I missed them! So really this should be a part of Coffee Art in Cornwall Part 2 if we’re pandering to chronology, but who cares… Here they are. They taste even better than they look. I wish I was drinking one right now.
Fishing boat on the shore
London to St Austell
London to St Austell
Yin Yang teardrop
Sandcastles on the beach
Another Cornwall holiday, another set of my Dad’s arty coffees!
It’s been two years since my post Coffee Art in Cornwall about my Dad’s fabulous daily cappuccinos – one of my many favourite things about visiting them down here in Gorran Haven, Cornwall. And since I’ve been here for two weeks and enjoying one of his special coffees every day, here’s another album of his Coffee Art.
Me, sitting under a palm tree
Some kind of bird. I’m probably meant to know which one.
On Dad’s birthday: M for Mervyn
A for Antonia on a book
Combining my two favourite drinks: champagne on cappuccino!
One of my favourite things about holidays at my parents’ in Cornwall is the ritual of one my Dad’s coffees. Nobody makes a cappuccino like my Dad. He has his own coffee grinder, experiments with different beans etc. and really takes his time over each one. He’d never be able to run a coffee shop at that pace, but that’s what makes each cup special! He’s totally Zen about it.
The best thing about his coffees, apart from the taste – and the fact I get to drink each one after a lie-in, with my feet up on the sun-trap balcony looking out to the hills and the sea – is wondering what coffee art I’m going to get. Sometimes it’s a picture, sometimes my name, a nickname or an in-joke. Here are a few below: