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Sunday, November 4, 2007

Another Sunday Coffee Fix

Sundays are project days. Most of my projects involve art and coffee. Thus Sundays are art and coffee days. However, my artistic endeavors today were underwhelming, so for your entertainment I present "Coffee Theater" part deux:

From Green to Mean, a Coffee Bean Roasting Adventure

Our story begins in the wilds of northern Vermont. It is a brisk fall day and the morning sun beams down on a girl in her pajamas lounging blithely on a step stool in her backyard - heat gun in one hand and a bowl full of green coffee beans in the other...


Slowly she stirs as the beans begin to brown and expand, the water in them boiling, steaming, growing...

Oh the agony! The smoke thickens as she stirs faster and the glow of the red heat shines off the steel of the bowl. Finally, their exterior pushed to the limit by the turmoil within, the beans break open. First crack has been achieved and their end approaches...



And then, as suddenly as it began, it's over. The beans crack one last time and take their rest. In a day's time they will make the ultimate sacrifice as they dive into the boiling abyss and their essence is wrenched from them. Ahhh. The perfect cup of coffee is born.


I would show you exactly what all this caffeine does to my heart on my muscle man model but he's still in his box. Luckily, Scott wasn't as lazy as I am. Take a gander at his blog. Picture blood coursing through the veins with no regular pulse.