Sometimes I go too far..... but is that a bad thing?

It's really the only explanation I have for why I suddenly shouted out "I love you Cindy" during a lull in the band class on that infamous day. In my defence she was a the hottest girl in the school and it seemed that this kind of brave act would obviously lead her to the conclusion that I had to be her boyfriend immediately.What was going on in my head? What led me to the idea that indeed this was a good idea from a social engineering perspective remains a mystery to this day. I could feel the stare of my best friend sitting next to me in the trombone section. When I finally slowly looked over and met his eyes ..... it was a slow motion moment as his lips moved with the unmistakably meaning laden WHAT THE FUCK !!!!
Well - I now wonder if I have done the same with coffee. Is it a stretch? I don't think so. Imagine!! I get my beans from a special region in Kenya -- high on the plateau (think Ngong hills /Karen Blixen) that are hand selected by "my guy". He then takes them to his small roasting plant where he turns the little green berries into something of staggering beauty. Again thank you Musa Son.
And not content with a normal bean.. I take the peaberry. Pictured on the left, it's the case that in about 5% of coffee beans, one of the two halves dies off leaving a beautiful little round berry ... rather than the crescent shape to which we are accustomed. Those are on the right.
Now the bean needs to be lovingly ground to just the right consistency, measured just right, and put into an AeroPress vacuum press as shown on the left. Timing is critical as is water temp and making sure everything is clean. The press is about 14 seconds and making sure not to go to far and press the actual grinds. This leads to bitterness. Speaking of too far and bitterness ....am I shouting "I Love you Cindy" again? Hmmm - no idea.....
Jake and my good friend his Mom
I was fortunate to have Jake and his Mom come down from Kakumega to stay with me for the week. Having a baby around is a reminder of many things. Firstly - it's a reminder that anything is possible from these little beginnings. Is Jake the next Gandhi or President of Kenya? And what will come about in his life? Will he see a new Kenya and indeed a new world that is a more fair loving and thoughtful place?

And while I worry - I also celebrate unfettered access to useful and important information. Jake's cultural history is more available to him now than at any point in time as are the opportunities to learn skills.
As always if you would like to donate something to Jake and his Mom please let me know Laynemahon@live.com
A quick note on flowers again ......
Both of these boquets were bought for $2 ..... what a bargain!!!! Even a couple left over for the bedroom. Napenda Maua - I love flowers!!
Beautiful piece....baby jake is adorable
ReplyDeleteThanks for taking the time to read my friend. It's apprecaited.
DeleteThanks Layne
ReplyDeleteWe need to talk about coffee😀
ReplyDeleteDeal!!! Always ready to talk abaout coffee
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ReplyDeleteI can appreciate your coffee joy. It’s nice to have a gentle piece from the international man of adventure.
ReplyDeleteCliff!!! Many thanks - I try to keep it all in balance. Thanks for reading
DeleteCan't wait to have you brew us a cuppa!!!
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Sure Kath - come for a visit :)
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