In the Pacific Northwest, we're all about coffee. I remember back to my teen's when I swore I wouldn't get hooked. I looked down upon the way my parents seemed to 'need' it every morning. I was just so sure that I would be able to maintain a lifestyle where I didn't need anything.
[insert evil laugh from above]
I managed to get through college without a drop. Then, as fate would play out...I ended up working for the largest coffee roaster in Portland. They wanted me to sell their coffee beans. Soooo, in order to be an effective representative for the company, I needed to be able to 'speak' about the product. And then it was over. A coffee snob was born.
I raided my parents fridge, scolding them about their wicked ways of not only drinking stuff out of a tin can..but keeping it in the fridge!!! I made sure everyone in my life had access to 'great' gourmet coffee. And while I no longer work for that coffee roaster, I still lecture people about their nasty coffee habits and teach them about the importance of supporting the little guy and drinking a great cup.
So where does that leave me today? I've found a lovely small independent coffee roaster out of Packwood, Washington, whose expertly roasted and blended beans are gracing my lips as we speak, ground and brewed fresh daily.
Friends, seek out the good stuff! It's worth it!
Cheers on this wet and windy Pacific Northwest Morning!
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