Coffee has become, in these last several years, an essential component of my mornings. Before that, I enjoyed it abstractly, as a means of communicating caffeine into my body. I could drink whatever as long as sugar and cream were somewhere on hand. Now, I’ve become a snob about it. An absolute coffee elitist. I can detect differences in roast and origin and even the way it has been brewed. I’ve got preferences. Forget the cream and sugar (although it does have its place, where the roast is less than pleasant). The right bean, the right method – nothing beats it plain.
This morning, like many mornings, the process is Aeropress. The coffee, Sight Glass Spotlight Columbia. This particular roast was in collaboration with Imperfect Produce. Although I most enjoy a fruity Ethiopian, this tasted quite alright.