So I must out myself--both to the (future) readership, and to my fellow bloggers. You cannot call me serious about coffee in the way that coffee lovin' fools might call themselves. Although I have admitted my deep love for coffee and especially the culture around it, I have not nearly invested the time into coffee that I have into tea. Trips halfway around the globe where I could appreciate tea (Japan, China, India), a deep commitment to a family of Tea purveyors stateside (Harney & Sons from Millerton, NY), an appreciation for tea brewed with leaves, respecting the needs of each brew. But today, I have crossed over to a higher-level of coffee appreciation. I finally, finally grind my own beans at home. A trip to the post office a couple days ago revealed not one package, as expected, but two. I first discovered my Amazon order of a coffee grinder that I could control the settings on. But unexpectedly, I also received a package from a friend, with a brand new Bialetti stove-top percolator, not unlike the one my landlord, Mr. Para used in Paris. Not that I didn't have one before. But I had the $11 East Harlem Hardware Store kind...the kind that is kind-less, the kind whose seal isn't great, and that rarely expels all of the water through the percolator. Now, thanks to my friend (who noticed my p.o.s. on a recent visit), I can enjoy my La Colombe beans, freshly-ground, in style. Here's a snapshot of my pup Wile sitting loyally by, as I enjoy the brew. All to say, I hope, dear coffee-loving aficionados, that you will accept my meager beginnings...
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