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“The biggest complaint I have about a lot of the kids who sing today, is that I can’t understand what they’re saying. If I could only understand some of the words, I might be more interested in what they are doing. But I can’t, there’s no enunciation, there’s no clarity, diction.” -Frank Sinatra
As a full time coffee roaster, many here assume my job is coffee-lovers heaven. It is, but not for the reason they are referring to. They think I get the privilege to show up to work and gorge myself on every type of caffeinated beverage imaginable. Short, tall, and as often as I want. I get to be “wired” all day. This couldn’t be further from the truth. Once one of these customers take a deep breathe and drink some water to calm the jitters fueled by their 20 ounces of syrup with 4 shots, then they could process the fact that coffee is a profession, not an addiction.
For starters. Tea. Almost every morning, before I brew the latest roasted origin, I have tea. Black tea in particular. I’ve enjoyed this little separate ritual long before I ever became a coffee roaster. It’s complex and unique flavors are an enticing adventure.
Above is a personal favorite. “Creme de la Earl Grey” by Tea Chai Té. A nifty little shop in Portland, Oregon.
The coffee is roasted. My work here is done and I wait to go home. Christmas is soon. I think about the ones I love, the many blessing I take for granted. It thrills my heart to know these things. December has brought immense sadness to not just the nation, but some dear friends locally. Unimaginable grief and sorrow fills this valley. With what has come to pass and will come to pass, I rest upon the fact that I know, that I know my redeemer lives. And He is, and always will be in control. Merry Christmas to you and yours.
And the peace of God, which passeth all understanding, shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.
Everytime I open my mouth to sing along with Bing Crosby, I feel like an idiot.