It's here, it's here! Our Columbian green coffee beans arrived yesterday and Brandon didn't waste any time roasting a test batch. When I pulled in from work he came out into the garage in socks, handed me a cup of black coffee he'd just brewed from the test batch, and said "Taste this, I think it's going to be phenomenal." I don't think he's wrong.
Columbian beans will be up in the online shop shortly! Check back by the start of next week, or drop a note l if you want to be first in line to try it. Also be on the lookout: our decaf beans are scheduled to arrive *today.* This means I can drink coffee at ALL HOURS and I am so excited.
After the coffee had been tasted and the toddler and the lunch boxes and briefcases and all other manner of stuff had been brought from the car inside, we started decorating our family tree (key word being "started" - anything that takes more than an hour on a weeknight is not getting finished in one go), and I loved unwrapping these copper ornaments and tiny, knitted mittens my mother bought for our "Turkish Christmas Tree" the year we lived in Izmir, Turkey.
The sense memory they invoke is Konak Market, where she bought them, and the winding halls and alleys of stalls and shops filled with everything from tiny mittens to produce to gold to garden tools, and the traditional Turkish coffee that would be delivered directly into a shop for you on a beautiful tray in delicate cups. I didn't drink coffee then (I was 14), but I remember my parents drinking it. I drank tea, and remember the tulip-shaped glass tea cups rimmed in gold and filled with apple tea, the grounds settling at the bottom.
All this to say that your cup of coffee isn't just a cup of coffee, and adds up to a whole lot more than the sum of its taste and scent. Coffee has certainly become a part of our family tradition and we hope you bring our coffees into yours.