I roasted 2 pounds of coffee this afternoon. There is talk of another ice storm tonight, so I chose to take advantage of the afternoon’s sunshine. The first roast was an “Ethiopian Harrar Horse”, and the second was an espresso blend. I set both batches on the kitchen counter while I put my roaster away. My son Peter climbed up on a stool to check out the action. He looked into the bowls, took a whiff, and proudly proclaimed his findings:
He is my son.