Coffee Crone: Taming Coffee Blog

August 17 2006

The Pusher Amongst You

Yup, still here, still roasting and drinking coffee. It's been a busy, busy time in my normally unbusy life.

Today I'm drinking Guatemalan Antigua Peaberry. Yesterday was something else, and, as I am making coffee for a dinner party tonight and using up the remains of this bean, I'll have something else tomorrow morning. I don't think I have had the same coffee more than five days in a row since I started roasting. Home roast being what it is, even when we are using the same bean, from the same batch, each day the coffee tastes slightly different, as the flavours change (sometimes dramatically) as the beans rest.

Heck, with home roast, the coffee tastes different as it sits in the cup and cools a tad.

We homeroasters are an adventurous lot. Our parents may have opened a can of Folgers or Maxwell House and delighted in the familiar taste of their morning brew, but that's not for us. Our brothers and sisters may go into Charbucks and play eenie miney moe with whatever over roasted bean they are featuring that day, but that is not for us, either.

Nope, we are the ones with a closet full of greenies and a sense of adventure. We may never visit India, Sumatra, Kenya, or Brazil, but we can roast, brew, and drink coffee from these exotic places.

It's like a secret club. Our goal is not only to drink the best damn coffee in the world, but to bring others over to the dark side as well. We may not stand on street corners with glassine envelopes of white powder in our pockets, but we are, none the less, pushers. Chances are, if you like coffee, and know one of us homeroasters, the day will come when you are handed a small bag with some of our "product".

This is not an innocent act. Make no mistake about this, we are not only attempting to do a stash reduction, so we can go ahead and order even more beans without being hollered at by our non-roasting spouses, we are shamelessly trying to create new addicts.

If you are not impressed with our beans, we mutter something about "pearls before swine" and move on to the next unsuspecting mark.