Juan Valdez pulls his ass up that Colombian mountain for guys like me, members of 'Team Caffeine.' I'm sure that ass is just as grateful for gravity-under-load (downhill) as I am for my first mornin' cup ('down the hatch').
I do everything I can to please my palate with the best cup of java I can: if ground, it's in the fridge; if beans they're frozen; unbleached cone filters; filtered water.
My love for bean brew sparked the possibility of a business venture that caused me to peel Benajamins for a flight, hotel, car, and tuition to the American Coffee Training Institute for classroom and practical experience in the specialty coffee industry (blending, roasting, et al).
When I slid the drawer open. this morning to find no brown conical coffee filters, it was if I'd been sucker-punched, forcing me to perforn a pre-dawn strategic strafe of the 24-hour Walgreen's shelves.
If one's outta toilet paper there's always leaves but there was no way on God's green coffee mountains I was going to drink the product of my sister's action this morning, my precious grind filtered by a paper towel stuffed into the cone which any of my drink's disciples would deem a sacrilege in the cathedral of caffeine.
Saturday, March 6, 2010
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