The Daunting Unapproachability of Cupping Coffee
TSSSTTTTFFFFFTTTTTTT Imagine the nails on the chalkboard version of slurping. It dives deep past your ears, piercing into your brain. By reflex, I squeeze my eyes shut and grimace. “Good heavens.” I expressed loudly. “Yea…sorry.” *TSSSSFFFFTTTSSSSSFFFFF* “I’m even keeping it quiet.” Andrew responded, with a smirk. I was cupping coffee, …