We take coffee for granted. Coffee, the first thing I think about every morning when I wake up, involves a long, intensive crop harvest, picking, drying and roasting of the beans, in order for the foriegn plant to be bagged, shiped, and soled in US stores. The hands involved in this process are numerous and most often, hands of color. A rare white hand has ever picked in coffee fields. But today, my white hands tried the (much easier) task of roasting Cafe Juana... My neighbor and I ventured to the market in search of the green beans. We found a local women named Juana, who sold us a bag of green pods - quite possibly picked from her back yard. We took the beans home and spent the afternoon roasting and toasting over a gas flame. Then, we crushed the beans with two blocks of wood until fine-ground, and finally ... into the pot it went to be boiled in water until we had what looked like... coffee.
Sunday, July 18, 2010
Coffee green to black
We take coffee for granted. Coffee, the first thing I think about every morning when I wake up, involves a long, intensive crop harvest, picking, drying and roasting of the beans, in order for the foriegn plant to be bagged, shiped, and soled in US stores. The hands involved in this process are numerous and most often, hands of color. A rare white hand has ever picked in coffee fields. But today, my white hands tried the (much easier) task of roasting Cafe Juana... My neighbor and I ventured to the market in search of the green beans. We found a local women named Juana, who sold us a bag of green pods - quite possibly picked from her back yard. We took the beans home and spent the afternoon roasting and toasting over a gas flame. Then, we crushed the beans with two blocks of wood until fine-ground, and finally ... into the pot it went to be boiled in water until we had what looked like... coffee.
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