For Christmas, Dave Mac pulled out all the stops and found me a little home coffee roaster and well, since then, the fun hasn't stopped! This morning was no different. Waking up to 5 degrees, I stayed in while Dave walked Finn. I warmed up the kitchen with fresh baked blueberry muffins and roasted coffee for our french press enjoyment. By the time they got back from their a.m. romp to the beach, the cottage was filled with the smell of lemon zest and blueberries and fresh hot coffee. I have had a little experience roasting coffee while volunteering on a coffee farm back in the day. . . here is what I know:
Coffee beans are picked from coffee trees once ripe (which is a big thankless job).
A ripe coffee bean is called cherry.
When these cherries are picked at the right time, processed the right way (to strip off the outer "cherry" layer), dried to perfection (to it's "green bean" state), stored correctly, roasted and consumed in a timely manner, one great coffee experience awaits. And Dave and I have been blessed with fresh roasted coffee every morning since Christmas (thank you dmac). There is no going back.
green beans on right.... fresh roasted on left....
HAPPY ROASTING!
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