Dear Cuppa Joe,
Without a doubt, you are an indispensable daily requirement that starts off my mornings on the right track. Which is all fine and dandy, except I've just recently stumbled into a cafe named Coffee Snobbery, and it seems as if I may never be able to voluntarily walk out of there, ever again.
I fell in love with coffee in college. All those cafes around campus weren't only great places to study, but they also exuded the enticing aroma of coffee beans. These were the places where I learned the differences in the concoction of cappuccinos, lattes, espressos, mochas, and cafe au laits. It was also the time in my life where I became lactose intolerant (my despicable Asian curse). Which is why now I just stick to coffees. And good ones at that.
There were short periods in my life where I went cold turkey on coffee--during the years of trying to conceive (with our IF issues, I didn't want to take any chances), pregnancies, and subsequent months of nursing. Those periods of sleep deprivation made it even harder to stay away from the caffeine, but I managed. And since I've been done with the baby stuff, I've been back on caffeine addiction, red carpet style.
Over the years, I've done the drip, the single serving machine, and the 3-in-1 packets. I've done whole bean (to grind fresh), ground (cuz I got lazy), and sometimes even instant coffee crystals (made with evaporated milk to replicate Asian bakeries' coffees). But I like my good coffee beans and always bought decent brands to satisfy my taste buds.
I purchased a bag of Really Good Coffee because it was on sale, and subsequently could not stop talking about its bold flavor and smoothness. I wondered how I'd even go back to my regular brands. I enjoyed it for a week and took the conversation onto Facebook. After a really long discussion about coffee, one of my dearest college friends offered to send me some Blue Bottle Coffee from her neck of the woods. First, I was floored with her generosity--we hadn't seen each other since college, but we still held our friendship back then dear to our twenty-years-later hearts. Then, because she mentioned a different method to prepare this excellent coffee, I did some research and learned about the 'pour-over' method in coffee making.
I had heard of this method a few months back at a coffee shop where it charged more to have it prepared this way. At the time, I didn't try it, since
I'm pretty sure I heard the Coffee Angels sing in perfect unison to the reaction of my taste buds.
I don't know if it was the quality of the beans or the method by which it was prepared--and I'm sure it was a combination of both--but the it was so good that I knew there was no going back. I am officially a Coffee Snob.
Every morning, between the time I wake up and send the kids on the school bus, I have one thing on my mind. I think about my heavenly coffee--the one that takes a lot of time to make just a single cup. The desire for this cup of coffee is what gets me motivated to get the kids out the door. It is my reward after the Morning Madness.
But more than just the taste of the coffee, I'm also in love with the entire experience in the preparation of it. Much like a tea ceremony, the pour-over method requires similar time, skill, and patience to make one single cup of coffee. I boil water. I grind the coffee beans manually by hand-cranking a burr grinder. I drip hot water over the coffee grounds with a swan neck kettle by hand. It takes a few extra minutes, but it is so worth the effort.
I am on my second bag of Giant Steps coffee from Blue Bottle. It is organic coffee beans freshly roasted just weeks before you receive it in the mail. It is described as "dark and chocolaty" and "delightfully fudgy." Even without these words, I can smell it and taste it in my mind any second of my waking hours, and probably in sleeping ones, too. I think I've even gotten Dear Husband hooked on this coffee. He has shown me a number of articles written about Blue Bottle Coffee since his first cup, and every single one of them mentions a form of the word, "snob." Couples that coffee snob together, stay together, right?
Which makes me a proud Coffee Snob. A girl's gotta have her coffee just the way she likes it.
So, Dear Cuppa Joe, you are my Day Starter, my Morning Comfort, my Daily Salvation, and my Liquid Happy. And now with my new stash of coffee preparation equipment and my Bestest Coffee Beans, I can shamelessly indulge in my own little world of Coffee Extravagance in the comfort of my own home.
P.S. This is not a sponsored post. All opinions expressed here are solely mine. Actual user experiences may vary.