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Indeed the May mornings here in Southeast Ohio have been magnificent. Time moves on at a steady pace but I’m still enjoying the flow! The end of the school year is right around the corner here in Athens and our daughter Izze is on the cusp of no longer being a high school girl. Before we know it she will be a rising sophomore, as they say. It’s tough to wrap my head around this one. My son Zach will be 26 this year and I will be 83. Needless to say, I’m dedicated to staying in the game as long as I can. My pals and I have lots of interesting musical stuff planned for the rest of the year and more, indeed, will be revealed!
On another front, one of my guitar playing pals, Mark Ingino, is also a very talented coffee roaster. I used to roast my own coffee years ago but i was never very scientific about it. I ran into Mark again when I was at the Avalon theater in Eastern Maryland and he gave me a freshly roasted bag of coffee. Having thusly fired me up… the next thing for me was…
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I loved the process and after cooling the beans and sifting the chaff…
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There you have it for today. Daughter growing up, Dad roasting coffee…
Drive on…
Congrats on your he roaster. Closer to perfect that way but it’s the Rocket I covet! It must be live Rome over there. thought I was hot stuff with a Gaggia Titanium.
Cheers,
Wayne
Picked up a coffee plant while on a coffee plantation tour in Kona a couple of years ago. It’s about 6 feet tall now and showing signs of beans. Hopefully be roasting some fresh Kona by the end of the summer. Hard to believe after all these years still trying to get some homegrown Hawaiian
Time indeed moves at a steady pace, but any way you cut it, it’s still a second at a time. Enjoying the second seems to make the hour seem a little longer. It ain’t always easy to get there, but when I find that sweet spot, it sure feels nice. I reckon if I had a Rocket Apartamento I’d be roasting my own beans, too. Lucky…
“Staying in the game.” ‘Nuff said.
Sounds about right
Hello Jorma
Like a river and a song, alright. I’m enjoying a cuppa the madman on a gorgeous afternoon. Wegmans has limited edition Blue Mountain at $40 for a 10oz box (whole been of course), which is a good price. I trusted the goods were genuine and indulged. It’s JBM alright – the Hot Tuna of coffee. I don’t remember sipping smoother coffee, and extra melatonin is needed 10 hours after two $2 cups. I’m hearing poor Rick Danko on ‘Java Blues’ in my head. Years ago I came across a coffee outfit divesting itself of $400 Swissmar drum roasters for $100 each. There were glitches in circuit boards in some, hence the price. Took a chance on two and sent one to my brother, who used it indoors on first try. Good machines, but I don’t drink enough coffee anymore to make effort worthwhile Java Blues. Talked shop with a local roaster and said I was looking for a Hendrix burning his guitar at Monterey sticker for him to put on his machine. Airplane was there, weren’t it? Writing to you is like talking to the auld man about clandestine Cold War ops.