. . . . I’ve become a coffee snob.
I’ve liked coffee all my adult life and even before I got a taste for drinking it, I remember as a child the wonderful aromas drifting out of the doorway of a local coffee roaster*.
It got to the point some years ago, whilst working in a high stress job, that if you’d asked me, I’d probably have admitted I was addicted to the stuff – at least 10 super-strong, freshly brewed cups a day. Changed job and cut back, so it’s more like one, sometimes two a day now.
But I’m passionate about the quality.
Having recently invested in a lovely new machine to replace my old one, most weeks I try a different pack of roasted beans bought from specialist roasters and I’m really enjoying the experience of truly good coffee. I still haven’t found the perfect bean yet (current favourite is Hasbean‘s Blake blend) and in many ways hope I never do. The downside is I find I can’t enjoy high street coffee any more. The stuff you get from the main chains either tastes thin and burnt, or bitter and tasteless. I’d rather go without.
Does that sound like coffee snobbery? No? How about if I add that if I have to go away for a few days, I try if possible to take my espresso machine with me. It’s the size of a small, fat suitcase and weighs about 20kg. So, more like an obsession than snobbery then.
* with this new passion of mine, whilst searching for the perfect coffee, it’s really noticeable how few coffee roasters there are now. Maybe you’re lucky and have one near you but I have to travel miles to the nearest city (none in local towns) or buy over the internet. What’s happened? Not enough demand to support a small enterprise? Shame really.