Coffee, Crisis, & Character: “How can we help?” vs. “What do you have?”
Up until Friday night, I thought of myself as a coffee snob.
Unfortunately – or fortunately – or something, the reverse is true. As in, I apparently know nothing about coffee.
I don’t have a burr grinder. I prefer dark roast from Starbucks. I sometimes grind the coffee ahead of time. I can’t describe texture, taste or blend.
As a proud Vancouverite, this won’t do.
The epiphany came during an extended family visit near Coeur D’Alene, ID. Some of my husband’s family are heavily involved in coffee growth in Ethiopia. When they asked what I wanted for breakfast, I said Americano, dark roast.
Why do you prefer dark roast? they asked.
Uh, I didn’t really have an answer. I think it’s because I like the bold taste.
They brought me something different, and of course, it was the best coffee I had ever tasted in my whole life.
I guess I need to take a course on coffee, I said.
No, no, they replied. Just check out Coffee Geek.