Boots here, your Badass Coffee Babe, hoping that life is treating you in a kindly manner on this very lively Friday morning.
You know how it is with travel. There’s something about any kind of travel that makes coffee even better. It looks better, smells better, tastes better when I am away from home — be that out on the trail and listening to some early-morning loon song echoing out over the lake or sitting at some busy sidewalk cafe in France or simply parking it at my favorite coffee bar in my adopted hometown. It’s all good.
Location is irrelevant. What is relevant is how travel makes my senses take a second look at something. And then another. Do some comparisons. Scribble down some notes in my Pay Attention Book. Take the time to just think about what is happening all around me. All while sipping my favorite beverage.
I sometimes think I don’t take this Better Sense of Newness into account when occupying my Home State. You know the place . . . we all have a Home State. It might be your front porch, your desk that looks out at the bird bath, your office with the funky view of the brick wall of Nash Hall. It’s your over-sized yellow kitchen table that is tucked into the too-tiny breakfast nook or your kind of messy desk in the loft or your easel with the broken leg that is balancing on an upside down apple crate. It’s that deck chair that wobbles funny while you are parking your back side. It’s the long bus ride to work or school.
The places that we call Home State are the comfort food for our senses. We go to them each day without a lot of thought. We sit and we think, write, paint, eat, take in the passing view from the car, train, or bus.
One thing all of these Home States have in common? Our morning Joe. That Cup of Reverence that gets us up and moving and feeling inspired.
Travel. I sometimes think that I don’t travel enough. I explore and I wander, but I don’t go a lot farther than my two feet can take me on any given day on the trail. I think I have too strong of a predilection for grabbing a mug of Joe and putting my feet up on the porch rail and taking in the view of the dogs sleeping in the sunshine and the cat prowling the woodshed. I guess I’m not the most sophisticated person in the world. But I sure do know how to enjoy a moment for what it is. I pour my second Cup of Reverence and think that life is pretty good in my happy Home State.
Coffee. It’s not just a simple plant in any old garden . . . coffee = landscape + climate + elevation.
Attention all Map-of-the-World Lovers! Boots here, as promised, to talk more about the Geography of Coffee. And to keep it interesting, I am going to keep it brief. As our friend Bill Shakespeare said, “Brevity is the soul of wit.” Now I don’t know that my end goal today is Coffee Wit, but I am going to do my best to stir your interest in the geography of coffee.
All of this base-camp info will ultimately lead to me walking you through a coffee tasting at the end of all this fascinating Geography stuff. Next? We will look at how to “taste” coffee and identify the characteristics that help you to identify region. But in the meantime, I am feeling some camp stories percolating to the surface. I might have to explore some of those before looking at coffee tasting.
And if you are interested in this kind of stuff — I am! –then you will be surprised that you can not only taste but actually smell the geography of the bean before you even slurp.
So have some fun today just enjoying the flavor of your coffee. Appreciate how very far those little beans in their burlap sacks had to travel to give you so much pleasure.
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Attention all Geography Cognoscenti . . . aka Map Lovers! Boots here, as promised, to talk about the Geography of Coffee. For all of you who haven’t had their coffee yet or for those of you whose eyes glaze over when they anticipate a pedantic and unsolicited lesson on coffee . . . well, have no fear. The thing you don’t know about Boots, the Badass Coffee Babe, is that she wants nothing better than to get back to splitting some kindling for tomorrow’s fire, filling the kerosene lamps while there’s still light in the day, and maybe taking a skinny dip in the lake to feel refreshed after all of the chores.
So, here it is . . . delivered in bullet points so that you can isolate the facts from the minutiae. This is all good stuff that you can toss out to that cute barista while you’re waiting for your beverage. S/he will think you are a geographical wonder. Try it. You’ll see how attractive knowledge is.
All of this will ultimately lead to me walking you through a coffee tasting at the end of all this fascinating Geography stuff. If you are interested in this kind of stuff — I am! –then you will be surprised that you can actually smell the geography of the bean before you even slurp.
So have some fun today just enjoying the flavor of your coffee. Appreciate how very far those little beans in their burlap sacks had to travel to give you so much pleasure.
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Boots here. There is something that is just so satisfying about going through your Sunday morning ritual. Make coffee. Get paper. Find crossword puzzle. Relax. Proceed with the day’s mind challenge. Exercise your brain muscles. It all sounds like so much fun, doesn’t it?
Are you, too, a Sunday morning crossword person? The sort of person who subscribes to the local rag just so that you can get your daily (or weekly — depending on the circulation of your paper) dose of crosswording? And if it’s not crosswording, maybe your Sunday morning is devoted to writing or reading or listening to NPR or watching the dogs sleep or writing in your journal or talking on the phone with family. Maybe it’s time to pay bills or to sort through the stack of paperwork that has grown throughout the past week. The one thing all of this Sunday morning fun has in common is coffee. Good ol’ plain and simple Joe.
Today, enjoy your coffee experience. Drink it straight up black. Dress it up with sugar and sprinkles. Vanilla syrup, lavender syrup, almond syrup. Nutmeg, cinnamon, or cocoa powder. Ristretto or long or perfectly-timed shots. Non-fat, whole, or breve. No matter how you take your coffee, take some time today to just enjoy the world. Think about the traveling that your coffee beans had to do to find its way to your kitchen.
Coffee grows all over the world. Appreciate the geography that has gone into you enjoying your favorite morning drink. When I think about drinking a beverage made from beans from Sumatra, I simply marvel at the splendor of it all. This week we are going to be talking about the different parts of the world that grows coffee.
I don’t know about you but I feel pretty lucky that we have the opportunity to partake in such a satisfying morning ritual. Don’t you agree? Have a great Sunday!
Greetings, good people. Boots, your friendly Badass Coffee Babe here. I am happy to say that there has been a shift in the weather in the high country, and I am just starting to get settled into my late summer routine. As you, too, have noticed: the days are growing shorter here in the northern hemisphere. I am beginning to think that it’s time to start some serious wood splitting for the rainy days that are soon to arrive.
And there’s nothing like Saturday morning for getting some pre-fall chores done. Saturday. Even if it is a day of some heavy-duty chores, there is always the sense that the previous week has been cleared and it is time to take a deep breath. Today, think about the joys that that first (and second!) cup of Joe brings to your morning. Rejoice in the invigorating luxury that this “bean juice” brings to your daily routine.
Isn’t it weird how language can create a whole culture around what isn’t exactly so? In other words, why don’t we go to that cute little coffee shop on the corner and order one pound of coffee seeds, please? Or one pound of coffee cherry pits ground for an espresso machine, please? This just sounds wrong. We have developed and established a culture of bean-ology.
I hope that you all have a fantastic weekend. I am guessing that we all could use the time to relax and count a few blessings. Bon weekend! A little Hoops and Yoyo for you . . .
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Boots here and it’s time to grab that second cup of coffee, put your feet up for a while, and pontificate on how the rest of the day might be made better by you.
It never ceases to amaze me how the little things in life make a big difference. A ginormous difference, actually. Today? What’s going on with you? And what can you do to help out a workmate, a family member, a friend, your sweetheart, a stranger? Love life and make a difference. Like this little pup here, give a shout out to those who could use some encouragement today!
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I feel like I am lagging today. It is mid-day for many of you and I am just sitting down with this Friday greeting. And late as it is, according to Boots Time, it’s still Coffee O’Clock and I want to wish all of you good people a Happy Friday Feeling.
There is something about the Friday Feeling that give me a boost of joy — the same feeling that I get each morning when I look at my first cup of Joe. Why is this? I don’t know. Coffee is a beverage that packs a powerful boost — which I thoroughly appreciate . . . but I am also thinking that there is also a great deal of the Sense of Tradition that coffee brings to my day.
Tradition. What is it? Google’s “define: tradition” offers this: the transmission of customs or beliefs from generation to generation. Well, this hardly defines my relationship with my first cup of coffee in the morning. I distinctly do not recall having a cuppa with my grandpap or sharing a latte with my mother in a swanky coffee shop. Maybe the word tradition is a misuse . . . I am now thinking that it is more a sense of Ritual. Back to Google’s “define: ritual” . . . a religious or solemn ceremony consisting of a series of actions performed according to a prescribed order.
That works for me. Ritual. A ceremony consisting of a series of actions performed according to a prescribed order. Is my Coffee Ritual religious or solemn? Well that kind of depends on how much sleep I got the night before or what kind of day I am heading into. I can definitely see how making my first latte of the day could be considered religious and solemn.
I remember this old-timer that used to come on one of the pack trips. At the time, I thought he was sort of different concerning his morning coffee. He wanted to drink it privately, away from the madding crowd surrounding the campfire. He would go off on his own, yet within eye-shot of camp. He would find a rock or a log to sit on, turn his back on the other guests, and sip on his coffee. Looking back, I can now see that there was a Ritualistic endeavor that he was participating in while enjoying some relative solitude with his brew. That or he was super grumpy in the mornings and couldn’t stand the circular B.S. that the campfire tended to generate. Either way you look at it, I have to hand it to the guy as to knowing how he liked to start his day.
What about you? What is one of your favorite coffee rituals in the morning? For me, I grab my cup of Joe and head to my desk. I get myself settled, look out the window at the glorious day and I start to collect my thoughts via the keyboard. The days that allow for this luxury I call special. The days that don’t allow for this luxury I call my Friday Feeling . . . knowing that the next day is going to be wide open for my sense of Ritual of drinking coffee and writing. I know that life is all-encompassing and it’s all wonderful, but I have to confess to super-enjoying the mornings when I am able to prioritize and enjoy my Preferred Rituals. Simply put, it’s fun to be living my preferences.
Check out these cool coffee mugs below that give a shout-out to your Friday Feeling:
And I know some of these added gizmos seem kind of over the top but check out this inexpensive mug warmer to keep your Joe hot:
Life is a super lively event and ALL days are good. Make them even better with the ritual of some morning Joe!
Greetings to all of you good people! I, Boots the Badass Coffee Babe, have been away — out on a trail gig — and have missed our coffee connection! The past weeks, I’ve been out in the woods, away from any form of Internet communication, and restoring my Inner Outdoors Girl. It has felt great! And now I am back, so we can catch up on coffee. Tell me . . . What have I missed?
While out on the trail, I ran into a hiker, Niccolo, who was a self-proclaimed coffee connoisseur from Italy. We got to chatting about travel, trails, and coffee, and Niccolo said that he was curious about a lot of things in America but, once on the topic of Coffee, he asked why American baristas are so under-paid and under-respected. Now, I might not speak Italian, but Niccolo was certainly speaking my language when it came to this conversation!
I really didn’t know how to answer to this — this not being one of those common questions that comes up when you start Coffee Talk. I got to thinking about all of the things that American baristas have to be good at and their many multi-tasking duties. I mean, just look at them. They pull shots, steam milk, make eye contact with customers, do foam art, remember to ask about someone’s job interview, call back the next drink order to the register barista, and hand off your drink with a smile. Impressive!
Now that I am back in town, I went to a busy coffee shop and observed the baristas in action. Let’s take a look at what they have to do to serve an amazing cup of Joe. A good barista . . .
This is a heck of a lot plates to keep spinning — all while maintaining a pleasant demeanor. Now that I, Boots the Badass Coffee Babe, am back in town, I want to give a big shout-out to all of you baristas who work so hard to perfect your craft and to serve us fabulous beverages that many of us could never dream of making at home.
Just saying! It makes me think of when I was young, pretty impressionable, flat broke, and just starting to work for someone who was eking out an existence on a history-laden homestead that he had inherited from someone who was as old as dirt. The history of the place was pretty amazing and this old guy certainly knew it. He was cocky and demanding and expected me to be his personal barista. Well, I tamed that idea right out of him.
Sure, I was willing to haul the water from the lake and start the fire in the cookstove. And I was even willing to grab a mug from the cupboard and set it to warm on the warming trivet. But make the coffee? Nuh-uh. I knew that once I got roped into that lasso, I was going to be on call every morning at oh-dark-thirty to meet this buckaroo’s caffeine demands.
It’s weird to think that I wasn’t a coffee drinker yet. I opted for healthful options that involved herbs and botanicals that now don’t even smell that good if I now catch a whiff of them brewing. And this old-timer used the strangest contraption for making coffee. He said it operated on a vacuum system that involved some elaborate siphoning. He expected me to learn how to use it and produce damned-good coffee, but I feigned ignorance (which was genuine) and confounded his expectations by making the very worst coffee (which was a ruse — I was smart enough to figure it out) that he swore — and I mean swore [#@$&*$$@!] had ever had the first day on the job. I’ll give it up for the guy for having a colorful vocabulary.
I would call this a Big Life Lesson: There are benefits to Being Inadequate . . . this becoming a carefully-executed skill set of feigned ignorance that I happily applied to other areas of my professional life such as how to un-clog the paper in the copier machine on campus, how to clean the yuck out of the microwave in the break room, and how to sharpen a chain saw. Some things are simply better left to those who feel more inclined toward responsibility. And to showing others their higher state of abilities. Thank God for different personality types is all that I am saying.
You’ve got to check out this old timer’s crazy way to make coffee below. This gentleman’s contraption looked more Frankenstein-ian than this modern and sleek version, but it is the very same concept. Who would have thought that you could extract coffee via a siphon? Weird, right? Go to Amazon by clicking on the images/links below:
and how about this lower-priced one . . .
AND . . . tip your barista. As Niccolo pointed out, they are under-paid and under-tipped. Your barista is partly responsible for your morning happiness . . . why not reciprocate with at least a very nice smile and a “Good job!”
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Life is a darn good event. Have fun, drink coffee, and tip your barista!!
Camp coffee . . . camp toast! Camp toast is so much fun, I could write an ode to camp toast . . . although I don’t think I could write a more beautiful ode than OK Go’s “Last Leaf” video (below). This is such a beautiful song and their creative and fanciful and artistic use of toast is nothing short of exquisite. Please, do watch it. The melody, like a good cup of Joe, will stay with you throughout the day in a good way.
Camp toast. It’s like comfort food on the trail and so simple to make. Add some almond butter and slice some fruit on top of it all, and you have yourself a very hearty breakfast that delivers good hearty nutrition with minimal time expenditure.
When I think of Camp Toast, I think of a buckaroo named Bill. Bill was a Late Hire on our Whip-It Crew. Being on a Whip-It Crew involved going into a post-logged slash area and cutting out all of the little saplings and shrubs that were sprouting up, prior to re-planting. I am sure that there is someone out there who is going to say that there is no such thing as a Whip-It Crew . . . It doesn’t sound very woodsy-technical, I will agree — so I just want provide the caveat that this is what we called our crew for that and subsequent contracts involving the removal of adverse vegetation in a slash area.
Being on the Whip-It Crew was not what I would call Fun. It played with your mind and the day did not move quickly. The work involved tripping your way through acres of slash while being whipped about the face and body by lithesome sprouting trees. In order to get an early start to beat the heat, we had to wake up very early in order to get a cool start on the day. We would climb into the Crummy each morning to save gas and to afford the non-drivers some extra sleep. Who knew that we were way ahead of the Rideshare curve?
Much to our ever-heightening annoyance, Bill used to arrive late to the Crummy every morning. Every single morning. He’d come roaring into the Meeting Lot, a wide spot on Highway 54, in his ’72 Chevy — spraying an arc of gravel while chewing on the end of wadded up cigar. I am guessing that Bill’s overall effect was one of eccentricity and I’m sure funny as hell to anyone who didn’t have any alarm-clock association with him. But funny to us on the crew? Not so much.
I remember the morning Bill came skidding into the parking lot wearing some old WWII aviator goggles. The goggles being necessary as his windshield was blown out. When we asked him about it — how could you not? — he grumbled something or other about a Late Night and Trees that Jumped in Front of His Rig. Who knows what the real story was, but I am suspecting it had something to do with reading his fortune at the bottom of a gin bottle. You would have thought seeing some old Bull of the Woods cruising down the highway wearing these vintage goggles, his longish gray-black hair blowing back in the 55-MPH-generated breezes, would have been hilarious. Heck, he could have likely pulled over alongside the road and charged tourists good money for a ride in his plane-mobile. But to us? His chronic lateness stripped him of any comic relief. I can laugh now, but not so much at the time.
Bill’s extra snooze time each morning cost us precious minutes at Carol’s Coffee Cup. Carol’s was famous for its fresh pie straight out of the oven and its hot cinnamon rolls the size of small dinner plates. You might think I am exaggerating, but it’s true. One of those rolls could send you into a sugar coma for the rest of the Crummy ride up the mountain to the unit. And it then took some serious suggesting to get us roused and ready to tackle the Whip-It work that lay ahead of us for the day. We would still be in that big of a stupor from all of Carol’s sugary goodness.
We loved Carol’s Coffee Cup — there was no other way to put it. We stopped there every morning before heading up the hill. Carol’s was a Dream Way to start out the morning. It made the morning tolerable, or as Bill would say: tol-uh-ble. I have mentioned the memorable pie and the cinnamon rolls and, even better yet, Carol’s version of a refill-to-go- was having one of the cheerful be-calico-aproned waitresses fill each of our Stanleys to the brim with Carol’s Signature Yuban before we loaded our sorry asses back into the Crummy.
Carol’s Signature Yuban had an extra sort of something to it that I could never quite put my finger on. One day I just up and asked one of the Aprons — what all of the regulars affectionately or otherwise called the be-aproned waitstaff — what it was about Carol’s coffee that made it taste the way it did. Pink Apron said that Carol sprinkled ground cinnamon on top of the grounds before it started to percolate. Carol figured that the cinnamon made it kind of special that way. I am guessing that it was Carol’s way of making Designer Coffee out of a sow’s ear, being that Yuban wasn’t what I would call the most premium hipster bean on the coffee house market.
I can’t really say that I was ever that fond of Carol’s coffee additive, but I had to hand it to her for pure ingenuity. And those cork-booted boys loved Carol’s coffee, cooking, and service. When they saw a piece of hot apple pie with a slice of cheddar cheese melting on the top set before them, they felt like no less than King Solomon.
Snooze Button Bill was one of those annoying patrons who thought he owned the joint. He would cluck about the downside of our cinnamon roll rush while he ordered himself his standard 2 eggs (sunny side up), 2 sausage links, and 2 slices of white toast. Every single morning.
When Bill ordered, he would state his preference as to the runniness of his sunny side uppers, the brownness of his links, and the degree of toasting that should be accorded his toast. His order wouldn’t have been so bad for the Aprons if he had simply stuck to the same script each morning. But he didn’t. It was all a Lesson of Degrees with Bill. He wanted the eggs pretty firm or kind of runny or clucking back to the cook. The sausages were pretty straight forward, but he would send back the toast if it wasn’t Pure Palamino Gold.
Suffice it to say, none of the Aprons liked taking Bill’s order. Bill would extol his Varied Reasons for the Inadequacy of the Toast when he sent it back. He would go off on some commentary, saying that there is just something about burnt toast that says someone didn’t care enough to check the setting before pushing the lever down. Or someone simply was neglectful. Or someone had gotten up on the wrong side of the bed. Silly stuff that only cemented the Aprons’ and our opinion of Bill’s backsidedness.
Of course, the cook could hear Bill’s Toast Soliloquy, and I swear she would send out at least one Burnt Trial Balloon — all designed to get Bill’s dander up — before Bill finally got the Palamino-Gold toast that he demanded.
Out on the trail was something different. Cookie would pull out the campfire toaster and, after having had to listen to two consecutive mornings of Bill’s Palamino-Gold laments, we were all left on our own when it came to toast. We were wisely allotted two pieces of bread each morning for our toasting pleasure. If we weren’t mindful and we ruined our Toast Prospects by burning it to smithereens, we were on our own. Cookie’s philosophy was pretty much Eat the Toast or return it to the ashes from which it originally came. You can’t argue with good sense like that.
I actually enjoyed the whole Mindful Process of Toasting Bread on a Campfire. You would be keeping a steady eye on your bread and it would be just about perfect for consumption and then — whoosh! — an errant draft would kick the flame into high action and your toast might get a dandy scorch. I have to admit that I liked the Uncertainty of the Endeavor. And when it came to toast, I pretty much ate any degree of toasting — burnt or otherwise — that went with the benefits of butter and jelly. And it is always true that food — as is life — is always pretty darned great when you are eating in the Fabulous Outdoors.
One morning in camp, Bill asked us to watch his toast for him. He must have thought we were Better People than we were — otherwise he wouldn’t have given up his Toast Autonomy to the likes of us. Maybe it was all of those mornings that we had to wait for Bill to show up at the Crummy. Maybe it was in honor of the patient Aprons who had been putting up with all of Bill’s Toast Nonsense. Maybe it was Juvenile Revenge — pure and simple. We waited for Bill to vacate the campfire premises, and we proceeded to incinerate Bill’s toast to the color and texture of a charcoal briquette.
The mind has a tendency to wander back to the Glimmers of Unexplained Irrelevancy, and I am guessing that this is what has happened here. Bill’s role in this post’s Ode to Toast is obtuse at best. He merely serves as the MacGuffin that brings Toast to the Campfire in this story. The real story here centers on how great Campfire Toast is when you are out in the woods . . . or when you are sitting around your own home firepit.
And I’d like to say that there is some kind of moral to share about Respect for Timeliness or Be Kind to Waitstaff, but there isn’t. All the Great Incineration gained anyone was the way that we laughed our asses off until we snorted when Bill came back and saw his Beloved Toast nothing but a wafer of carbon.
Bottom line: You can’t expect generosity from others when you are always riding their butts or acting all inconsiderate. We finished the contract but after the Carbon Toast Experience, Bill’s demanding ways grew to be more humorous than harmful. He still arrived late to the Crummy and we still complained about it, but there you go. There are times in life when you can’t change circumstances completely and this was one of them.
Simply put: There are times when you just go with the flow . . .and I am thinking that this is the Way of Toast.
Bill the MacGuffin aside, take a look these awesome camp toasters. I know that some of them might look like Rube Goldberg mouse traps, but they are so warm and fuzzy and reminiscent of times gone by. You can watch your toast brown or burn, depending on your tolerance for carbon. Get on board and get one of these for camping. They are reasonably priced and they are fun!
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And what goes better with toast than a hot, steaming cup of Joe that is brewed to perfection. Imagine it. You are taking in the sunrise, the air smells so clean you could have sworn that it had been manufactured for this very moment, the birds are tweeting and twittering in the forest, and . . . wait! . . . was that a marmot you just heard whistling? Yep. You’re in the high country, your fire is crackling just right, the smoke is blowing just-so toward your blowhard Uncle Phil that is always waxing eloqent, and all is right with the world. Pour yourself another cup and get another piece of toast a’toasting. It’s the biggest goal you have to meet today. Life is pretty good, isn’t it?
And check out this functional and adorable coffee percolator. It is hearty, fun to use, stainless steel so it’s easy to clean and easy to pack!
And did you know that there are entire cookbooks dedicated to toast?
And on a side note . . . in case you indulged a little too heartily with the brandy flask last night around the campfire . . . did you know that burnt toast will help a hangover? Yep. It will settle your tummy-brain upset just like that. Works every time! Maybe Bill should have switched his order from Palamino Gold to Burnt Black!
And you must watch this . . . I love this video! I guarantee that if you watch it once, you are going to watch it twice. So lovely of a tune and so imaginative. And that’s a heck of a lot of toast that went into the making of this very artistic video. Kudos to OK Go!
Boots here, signing off.
Wishing you happy trails of perfectly-toasted toast and a satisfying tale to go with it.
Life is a lively event. Watch your toast, drink coffee, and get to it.
What’s stopping you? xox Boots the Badass Coffee Babe
[Here is Cakespy’s link to some ginormous, easy-to-make cinnamon rolls: http://www.cakespy.com/blog/2010/6/26/big-fun-an-enormous-and-delicious-cinnamon-roll.html]