07/31/2026
Last night I realized I didn't have any coffee at home. This happens more often than you'd think. Or maybe not. The cobbler's children have no shoes, as the saying goes. And the coffee we do have in our house--when we have it--is usually not fresh from the roastery. It's something that USPS returned as undeliverable, or a mix of samples from a cupping, or a bag that got lost in the back of a cabinet at a shop. When I do have first-quality stuff, it's usually in the context of work, which means tasting (as opposed to drinking), which usually entails attempting to detect what might be wrong. Did this batch go two degrees too hot? Can I taste any fade in the Ethiopia that's starting to get long in the tooth? Etc. Anyway, last night I ran down to the Thames shop, got myself a fresh bag of Bird Dog (it's what we had the most of), ground it (our home Bodum grinder on its last legs and makes a horrible sound that makes my children cry), and set it up for this am. Turns out I ground it way too tight, because the fines at the bottom of my cone filter choked out the brew. I had to shut the brewer off and on a couple of times to keep the filter from overflowing, and had to keep stirring the grounds and flicking the little stopper on my 23 year old Technivorm open and closed in order to get the liquid to flow into the carafe. It was comical, from a coffee pro perspective. Bottom line is it took maybe 15 minutes to brew, so technically, it was overextracted. When I filled my mug I wasn't expecting much. But you know what? It is F'ing GLORIOUS! It's fudgy, and has a bit of fruit, and some caramel, and a little bit of lemony acidity on top. So, why am I telling you this? I could say something about art vs science, or taste being a subjective or personal thing, but really I just wanted to gloat a little bit, as a proud papa. Our coffee is really good. The beans we buy are great, and the roastery crew kicks ass every day. And it has been such a pleasure this AM to just be a sleepy guy looking forward to that first sip, to muck it up completely, and still have my expectations exceeded. That is all.