Hot Water

30 Aug
Some Venezuelan beans I roasted last weekend.

As a young child, my mother sought ENDLESS ways to entertain me. I was like a charming, hyperactive, intensely de-focused hummingbird who positively THREW himself into each day, sometimes quite literally. Out of desperation one day, she gave me a pair of Matchbox cars that would change color when placed in hot water. This opened up WORLDS of possibilities. I could now play with my bathtub toys when I wasn’t taking a bath! Days before, I didn’t even know that was LEGAL. Hot water now became synonymous with FUN, and to this day, 24 years later, I smell steamy tap water and shoot back to those little cars, wrinkly fingers, and dry towels.

As I grew, hot water became better and better. I bathed in it. I showered in it. My mom bought a hot tub and I had girls over and I flirted in it. Every time I interacted with hot water, I came away feeling good. But nothing prepared me for what it did to a small brown powder.

As an adult, hot water plays a significant role in my mood and energy level. Hot water makes the stuff I love so much: Coffee. I roast coffee. Roasting coffee is an iron of mine (the metaphor will be explained tomorrow) and the smell is HEAVENLY. If I could blog a smell, I would send you the smell of the first batch of coffee beans that I ever roasted. They smelled rich and complex, completely unlike Folgers and the gas station swill I had sold at a convenience store. If I crushed those beans just right, I would get a coarse powder that would turn into a beautiful, creamy coffee when run through a French press. This. This is where my buzz comes from. Making, roasting, and teaching about coffee. That’s my buzz. Working with kids who look at you and say “Wow, building a fire IS pretty cool!” is my buzz. Making my wife a cup of coffee that tastes EXACTLY like it does from Starbucks is my buzz.
Tomorrow, you guys get iron. Come back after that, and I’ll show you another buzz.


Posted by on August 30, 2012 in coffee, firstpost, water


2 responses to “Hot Water

  1. Doug

    August 30, 2012 at 5:07 am

    Crap, I now owe you…

  2. Hacksaw

    August 30, 2012 at 12:17 pm

    I used to play with these cars. I would imagine one day having a real car painted with this same magical enamel. Oh the fun (mischief) that could be had. Then pull out of the car wash a dripping, unquestioned same make, different color 'innocent' bystander. "No Sir, Ociffer! I didn't see a red Corvette flee the scene of this incredible toilet paper prank at the courthouse, where I got all of those speeding fines last week. I'm going to leave now in my wet blue Corvette." *winks at camera in my boyhood imagination*


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