25 February 2012
I love coffee.
I love making coffee. It became very much a ritual, a way to take a break from staring at a screen, jumping between tabs and applications. Especially now that we make everything manually. Weighing the 18 grams of beans, grinding them in a hand-grinder, reading the Aeropress and letting the fresh grind fall onto the pre-washed filter. Then comes the water, a bit at first, for the blooming and after that the rest of it after the smell made you already lust for the black gold you know you will taste in just a bit. Working the Aeropress to push it all through, hear it drip down into your mug. All of this seems to me not all that different from meditating or yoga.
But what I love even more is making for other people. Especially those who never saw the process before. I love how their expression changes from bemusement / wonder about the complexity of preparing a cup of coffee to delight when they taste it. When bring up their head back again, after this first, careful sip. You see how they suddenly understand why what they considered to be a waste of time just a few minutes ago is maybe all worth it.