Oct 01 2008
Coffee conversations
” Wow man that is the darkest coffee I have ever seen,” commented the new guy at work as I pulled out my little ziplock baggy full of pre-ground Yemen Mokha Sharasi that I had roasted two day prior.
“Yeah,” I replied as nonchalantly as possible, hoping to contain my excitement that somebody at my “day job” might actually be interested in my little coffee obsession. ” I kind of got it a little too dark this time, because I left it sitting in the roasting chamber a bit too long as I was tooling around on my computer.”
“Wow man, you roast your own coffee?” He asked in his stonified so-cal accent.
“Yeah, my girlfriend got me a little Nesco coffee roaster last christmas, and I have been going nuts ever since.” I replied, still hoping I do not sound too much like the coffee fanatic that I areally am. “Its really fun, and the coffee usually tastes better.” I added wondering if maybe I should pull back a little, lest he actually wanted me to brew him a cup of my limited take to work supply.
“Thats cool man, my mother is really into gourmet coffee too and I kinda got into it because of her.” He said as he watched me pour my precious, if not a little too dark grounds into my little bodum single cup drip coffee maker. “Did you ever try blue mountain?”
“Jamaican blue mountain? Yeah that stuff is pretty good, if you can get it fresh,’ I replied, hoping I did not sound like too much of a coffee snob as I poured some hot water into the top of my little coffee maker. Jamacain Blue Mountain is great coffee, but almost impossible to get fresh, it is also perhaps a bit overhyped, but I decided not to start yapping about it, lest I alienate the new guy. So instead, I decided to bring up Kopi Luwak, for the sake of conversation…
“Man, I don’t think I could ever bring myself to drink anything that came out of some animal’s butt” was his reply.
“Well they do wash it off, but I can understand where you are coming from,” I said as I took a first tentative sip of the Yemen Mokha. I had let this roast sit way too long in the hot glass roasting chamber after it had finished and it it had got overly dark on me. Dang distracting Internet! The taste was a little rustic and charcoal like for me. “I don’t think I could ever bring myself to plop down 150 bucks for a pund of it anyway,” I continued as I tried my best to enjoy my coffee, ” but, I have tried Jacu bird coffee, which came from a bird’s butt.”
“Ewww..”
“Actually, it was pretty good,had a real nice peppermint aftertaste.” I commented, wishing I had some tasty Jacu bird coffee at the moment, instead of the burnt swill that I has drinking.
