So, cold brew coffee. As I reported a couple of months ago, it is a gigantic pain in the ass to make. Despite following the same steps every time I make it, each batch varies in strength and flavor. But, oh, my gosh, it tastes SO GOOD. I made cold brew coffee religiously from a few days before I wrote about it until about three weeks ago, when my work and leisure travels and what I now suspect was a sinus infection (diagnosis courtesy of WebMD) prevented me from being able to engage in the process. It sounds sad (ha) until you remember that I own a Nespresso machine, which churns out reliable, swoonworthy coffee with the push of a button.
I figured out why I love cold brew so much, and it has to do with its concentration and the amount of milk the concentration invites. A couple of years ago, Jane, my college roommate, posted a link to a story about adult chocolate milk. Apparently, somebody added booze to chocolate milk and bottled it or canned it or whatever (the concoction looked gross, so I refuse to look up the original article or search for the product and provide a link) and called it “adult.” Cold brew