Waiting is excruciating. It’s like I’m a child again, waiting for Christmas morning. But now, it’s waiting until tomorrow morning to destroy the beans – to grind them to tiny little bits. What beans, you ask? The Nicaragua Prodecoop Dipilito, which I wrote about yesterday. My stash made it from Oakland to southside VA in 3 days, and my heart was light as I arrived home and saw the familiar logo on the box: Sweet Maria’s. Now, tomorrow, it’s a bit of a rush, but I will grind and drink, looking for the taste, the hint of what these are, where they belong in the roast, how best to present them on Saturday morning. And then, tomorrow evening, more roasting in prep for Saturday, and to provide for my own habit.
Solo Deo Gloria,