Nearing the end of a roast.
Guatemalan - Huehuetenango!
A Sumatra dark roast.
I needed to get enough coffee in the bins for our travels. You never know the coffee terrors that await on the road. Some trips the coffees that we find are horrible, but once in a while we find a gem. Mostly, though, we find mediocre coffees.
Ever since we gave up our commercial 30 pound roaster, and the business that went with it, I have never, ever regretted laying out the cash for a good one pound sample roaster and green beans in 150 burlap bags. You would be surprised how many beans a coffee snob can go through. Or maybe you wouldn't.
2 comments:
How about you come visit in Barra de Navidad in late February? Bring some of that great coffee and we'll introduce you to the French Baker (and his pastries).
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