Hello dear coffee loving community!
Today I want to tell you how coffee and I became the best confidants, but to begin with I confess that never before in my life had I tasted a tin of coffee not even in milk, in fact, I did not understand how that black and bitter liquid, which smelled very strong and looked like pen ink, had people hooked in the mornings and at any other time of the day.
But as fate would have it, one day my curiosity to learn how to prevent it from burning during the roasting of the bean completely got my attention, and that's when it all began.
It turns out that for a long time a friend of the family who lived in the very center of the Sierra del Rosario, in an old French chalet surrounded by a coffee plantation that was very productive and had two excellent varieties planted: Arabica and Robusta, had been visiting my house for a long time.
Well, I remember that this good man every time he came to my house he would bring us a few pounds of coffee for our consumption, and most of the time it would accumulate in a little bag inside the pantry, that gave my family the possibility of always having coffee available to share with visitors and neighbors, but my father who was the one who prepared it committed a grave sin, he burned it horribly.
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Of course, these smells were already starting to bother me, even causing me heartburn without drinking it yet, it was time to look for a solution, it was a terrible shame to keep letting it happen this way
One day, I managed to get a very cool oriental black man who lived near my house to reveal some secrets to me, and with all the willingness in the world I went with my music to roast coffee, and when I saw the golden beans shining I said to myself: This is how it is! and the pride made me feel like the famous queen of Chantecler, I alone had achieved the famous ideal point.
The coffee beans are light, gray, bluish, yellow, all of them, when you roast them they become golden brown and shiny from the oil they give off, the aroma is very pleasant, enveloping and even sweet and sour... I can't explain it, but it is something very typical and that's where our love story began.
The thing is that the house began to gain a certain fame - imagine! - The aroma of the coffee pot attracted any neighbor who happened to be nearby, and then I began to appreciate it...the nature of coffee is seductive, captivating, and eloquent, as people who drink coffee talk!
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Well then the task was mine, roasting the coffee, until one day the good man could not continue to bring us coffee and the sadness was great, it seems that someone in the family had died, but more than the family, the neighbors, of course! They can no longer enjoy the daily dose of free coffee, and it coincides with a stage of economic scarcity, and by then I began to understand what it is to sit and enjoy a cup of hot coffee in the morning, and in the middle of the afternoon to recharge batteries, as we say here.
When I realized that the moment of having a cup of coffee is a ceremony of relaxation, I was already an addict.
This is how the proposals started coming in:
- Girl, why don't you make coffee for commercialization? look how delicious it is!
- Hummmm, really?
I thought about it for a while because I didn't have much, but with a lot of energy I started my enterprise.
The idea was very simple, to make it without mixing it with any grain that contaminates the flavor and the stomach (here it is customary to mix it with peas), and also to make it with body and good texture, with the exact point between bitterness and fruity flavor, a strong dark coffee, a coffee flavored with cinnamon, another with chocolate, milk, vanilla, cloves, but the most liked is the strong coffee with little sugar and the famous cut coffee with milk. We love the other specialties, but in the corner of our homes a good strong coffee is the favorite.
People encouraged me a lot, and transmitted me their enthusiasm, because I had really found the perfect formula to mix the varieties of coffee, and although the quality of the beans is not first class, I make a great effort to get the best out of them, I do not tolerate even the slightest impurity inside the beans,... that satisfaction of seeing the final result packed gives me a unique joy and I consider them as my babies, besides the product is consumed very fresh, and people appreciate it, that is my greatest pride, to know that they enjoy it.
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I love to put a coffee bean in my mouth and break it gently with my teeth to be the first one to taste the flavor of my roasted coffee worked with all the love in the world.
And you, tell me, have you lived an experience like mine?
Have you been able to perceive that pleasant aroma that hypnotizes you and that the coffee beans give off when you roast it?
Thank you for reading me this far, and I hope we continue to enjoy a delicious and stimulating cup of coffee.
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