Big Mike stopped over for coffee. I made him a macchiato from the Swiss Miss and Red Bird espresso. Then he took over for a couple of Gibraltars and a latte for the Czarina.
The coffee came from the freezer. I froze the remainder from the 5lb bag in pint Mason jars. I couldn't discern any difference and the crema was such that Big Mike said, "Holy Crema, Batman. This is like drinking a Guinness; smooth, bodied, textured, creamy."
OK, Snickers Stout.
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