Coffee, I think I might.
Every morning I wake up, ready myself for the day, take a shower, then pour myself a cup of coffee. There is something about the aroma and that first sip that make the morning so much better. Stepping out of the shower I hear the sound of the machine percolating fresh ground bean and water, Oh, the pleasure.
The wafting smell of fresh brew has finally made its way through the house, Ah Coffee. I make my way over to the machine and pour myself a cup, that first sip is so delightful. My body now feels a warm and soothing comfort as I think about how I should start my day. I then get a working space ready to begin planning my day and restructuring my life. Some people have other morning routine, that just happens to be mine.
Today I sat down with my morning coffee and thought about the many trips the family and I have taken just to get out of town. I thought about the many cups of coffee I have experienced in many places with many people.
A Costa Rican coffee plantation just happened to be one of them.
The family and I took a trip to Costa Rica last year. Early morning on the last day of the trip, we took a tour of a coffee plantation in San Jose. Arriving there, we walked over to the back house, sat at a table overlooking the coffee fields, awaiting the owner. The owner of the property noticed us hanging out, brought over to the table a basket of fresh bean, a coffee pot, and some cups. Pouring us all a cup of coffee he shared a brief introduction.
“Remarking the entire process of making that perfect cup of coffee is a tradition, I love starting my day with a cup of coffee.”
He explained how he grinds the coffee bean, boils the water with fresh ground beans, then pours the coffee through a filter. He then sips a spoon full of coffee for tasting. He mentioned people who enjoy coffee appreciate and experience similar processes for brewing and drinking the perfect cup. As we drank coffee, sharing brief conversation before touring, we watched his dog run around the back yard. While touring we were shown how the coffee was grown, picked, sorted, ground, and packaged for shipment.
On the property was an old back house furnished to the liking of a common grower, without the means of a mass production system. As you walk in the house there is a small kitchen in the middle of the room with coffee supplies on the counter tops (grinder, coffee pot etc.), a little bed tucked away in the corner of the room, and a small bathroom. In the front of the house there was an old wooden chair that overlooked a spectacular view of the lush green hills across the way. In the back of the house was a chicken coop that housed many chickens. He owned a few animals that roamed the grass area.
Being able to visualize what the life of a home owning commoner felt like was rewarding. Waking up in the morning to prepare, brew, and enjoy a cup of coffee, sitting out in front of my little property before having to get ready for work noticeably had the appeal of a pleasurable experience to accompany the accomplishment.
Replicating the process in a lesser way can feel like such a shame sometimes.
Towards the end of the tour, we sat at a table in the conference room of his business, the owner told us about the traditions and the history of Costa Rican coffee. Costa Rican’s pride themselves in selling and distributing pure coffee. We agreed most countries feel a similar nostalgia and pride about producing and selling pure coffee from their fields. He said he wanted to show us something interesting about the difference between pure and blended coffee.
He poured two glasses of water and put them on the table. He poured a spoon full of pure coffee in one and blended in the other. After about 30 seconds, the cup with blended coffee started to bleed a brown substance into the water. The cup with pure coffee bled nothing into the water. Once stirred, there is a noticeable difference between blended and pure coffee. The difference in taste is just as noticeable. He then began to tell us that he enjoys pure coffee no matter what country it comes from not just because of the taste and aroma, but the entire experience of the coffee making process up until that first sip. I told him I shared the same appreciation for a quality cup of coffee.
Over the years I have learned to appreciate life, the way I want to live it. I enjoy reading a good book, taking pictures, listening to records on a record player, drinking quality beer and scotch, critiquing film and TV shows, I enjoy the company of people when I feel like hanging out and I enjoy my free time and personal space. I enjoy travel, leisure, and entertainment just like anyone else. Writing has captured my interest and now I have decided to write just because I can and I enjoy writing. Most of all I enjoy the brewing process and the taste of pure exotic coffee. Thanks Coffee, for making my morning daily.
Fine coffee offer the variety, subtleties, and complexities of fine wine.
Coffee was know as a finer luxury centuries ago and is still treated as such today.
England 1655, Oxford Coffee Club was formed, later to become the Royal Society.
France 1644, Turkish coffee service to Marseilles.
Coffee is also good for your health.
Coffee contains a biochemical substance that activates the higher levels of the brain and rids drowsiness also.