Do you remember me mentioning a while back that I have a “Coffee Snob” in my life? If you don’t, I’ll gladly remind you right now that it’s my brother. No worries…he wears that title with pride.
As you already know, I and my family are vacationing at a campground just outside of Mackinaw City in Northern Michigan. It’s been absolutely beautiful having Lake Huron just down the way from us with an incredible view of the Mackinac Bridge which connects the upper and lower peninsulas of Michigan. As you can imagine, nothing is more relaxing on a vacation like this than going down by the water’s edge with your chair and your coffee and watching the morning unfold before you!
Well, we met my brother at the half-way point (he lives close by) to take delivery of a bag of freshly roasted coffee beans. (He has a friend of his that roasts his own and does a fantastic job with it!) We had originally thought that we would bring a coffee grinder and have this coffee every morning, but at the last minute decided that we would use up the year-old coffee that we already had in the camper and save this new bag for home. Nice idea at the time, but in hindsight, it was regrettable to say the least.
Then the Coffee Snob found out about it.
My being a “coffee simpleton” in his exotic coffee-press / pour-over / get-your-secret-beans world, I have now been accused of letting perfectly good coffee age and lose some of the nuances of its flavor (being freshly roasted and all; really, it’s not even an accusation–that’s what freshly roasted coffee does when it has no preservatives in it). And what makes it worse is the fact that we are meeting up with him on the way back down to get another bag of a different kind of freshly roasted bean. So we very easily could have gone through this first bag and thoroughly enjoyed our morning coffee instead of drinking in what is apparently known in coffee snob circles as “compost” and “swill”. I threw a scripture at him about knowing the good I ought to do and yet not doing it; he threw one right back at me, something about “woe to those who call evil good and good evil, that put darkness for light and light for darkness, that put bitter for sweet and sweet for bitter” (that last part being communicated to me in all caps; I detect a subtle message in there, but it’s kind of faint).
So we totally missed exceptional coffee by the water’s edge while we got away from it all. And, instead, we drank year-old coffee (already ground) and didn’t even finish it up. Say, I think I just got an idea for a Christmas present for him….