teeny tiny maui moka

So I picked me up some hawaii ka'anapali DP maui moka from Sweet Marias Yesterday, mostly because me and the sweety pie are set to go there next month and I wanted to prepare my taste buds.

The beans are truly itsy bitsy little things. So small that I did not even attempt to roast them in the Behmor and instead broke out the Nesco Roaster which has been sitting around collecting dust for the past three months.

My Nesco operating skillage turned out to be a bit rusty and I almost burnt the crap out of the beans, hitting cool after about 24 minutes of roasting, after seeing sparks drifting around the beans.

Definitely full city plus yo

I brewed up some of these little beans this morn, after my little workout (thats right I get up early to exercise you chumps) I used the chemex to make about nice cups.

It tastes okay, the darker roast actually working for it, maybe a dash of cream would help it out. No acidity whatsoever and lots of body for such a little bean. Kinda clean, with a jasmine afertaste. Next time, I will try to make it a bit lighter.

torn between the two

He was torn between the two of them...

And if asked which one would he take to a desert island he might need a moment or two to consider.

The Smart Drip, compact and durable and cute to boot, came across as the sensible choice. It was the one he took with him while on camping trips already and being placed on a desert isle seemed a lot like anf overly long kind of camping trip. Sort of

The,n he thought about what it would be like to be castaway and how nice it would be to have the curvaceous and beautiful Chemex to gaze upon while sitting around all unkempt and lonely like tom Hanks in the one movie. that one he did after Gump that was okay but not great.

Castaway, thats it.

Any scenerio with the beautiful vessel would have to involve a large crate of the special filters and he would have to handle it with the utmost tender care.

His sick imagination then wandered to the possibility of going mad on this said desert isle and then a image nuptial scene where he gently and lovingly takes the vessel of curved glass as hisisland wife popped up and hovered around a bit before he drove the sick ideas away and thought seriously about the debate.

He then guessed that it would also have to depend upon which kind of coffee was incidently growing on this desert island growing near the equator. Some coffees tasted better than others out of each of them.

If the coffee was anything like the Guatalmalen Fraijanes then he would want the smart dripper, but if it turned out that he was stranded near the African Coast then he would probably prefer the Chemex.

If only he could just break the rules and bring both devices.

Along with a truckload of filters.

He would be set.

Waxing poetic

The building behind the Skunk truck is where I sneak off during my lunch to to indulge in the sinful bliss that feeds my deepest darkest vice...

Burnt Umber

Bitter Bliss

Wine of Araby

Oh sweet dark mistress

Coffee is thy name

The building is laden with coffee beans from the far corners of the earth along with many devices developed to unleash the pure pleasure that these seeds have locked within their fibrous walls.

I have come for you my dark mistress ready for new savory sensations.

Jasmine Undertones

Lemon Acidity

Earthy Body

I let my tongue roll over you tasting you, feeling you...

Getting to know you.

Wine ain't got shit on you baby

Katta holla Peebs

Okay, no more of that twitty twatty crap anymore I promise. I guess I just got carried away playingwith the old smart phone while on my lunch break. Anyway, here is another pic of my little coffee laboratory that I took after I roasted up dome India Kattehollay Peaberry which I like to refer to as the Katta Holla Peebs ( because I happen to be "hip" to urban slang).

The other Drum

As you can see in the pic, I finally got to bust out my second roasting drum meant for the smaller Peaberries. Bout frickin time I got to check it out. I also got me someTBE Peebs (thats Tanzanian Blaackburn Estate peaberries to you "playa haterz") to try out in the other drum. Both turned out decents, but so far I am liking the Katta Holla a little bit better. It has a bit of a crazy tinge to it that is reminiscent of the Anhoki which appeals to me.

Word up

That muck in the bottom right is part of my behmor roast journal in which I keep track of every roast I do, writing down the WPT (Weight, profile, time baby), along with any thing else that happen during each roast.

For example: I roasted the8.2 oz of Kattehollay (err I mean katta Holla! yo) on profile 3 at 13:00 minutes plus 2:30 seconds after the start for a total rost time of 15:30. Adding the extra 2:30 lengthened the final roast curve allowing the bean to get a little darker. I evengot a little nerdy and graphed the entire process so that I might better understand the profile. The graph is pretty crappy and crude, but it did its job helping me to furtherwrap my head around what the hell is going on in my Behmor during the roast.

Thats right homefry, BS takes notes.

Now, I could prob get all uber nerdy and start graphing my roasts on Excel, but for now I think I will stick with crappy drawings.

Well, thats all I feel like saying for now... so until another day

And I promise not to get too crazy with my smart phone.

bringing the new toy camping

campstove coffee

Got about an elbow and a forearm left of this stuff and I am trying to savor it to the bitter end. Took some with me when I went camping this weekend.

Hey there huckleberry, just sitting here on myt lunch swilling down some tanzanian blackburn estate AA 2008 crop.