Wow. Nothing to say. That's what blogging is all about right? Saying something when you have nothing. I had a long day. I am drinking a pint of celebration and winding down from work.
Current Projects:
-A piece on appellation systems in the coffee world.
-A piece on "minerality" in coffee taste descriptors.
-Continuing with Notes to the Bryo
-Planning Thanksgiving in the dark recesses of my mind.
-Baby, though Standing is doing most of that work.
Today's High-Points
-Coming home at 7:30 in the morning after waking up at 5:30, remembering I forgot to call in today's bean order. (I am such a freaking loser. I lose sleep over things like this. I get out of bed for things like this. Coming home was good though.)
-Pretending I didn't hear two people I respect raving about my palate.
-Poaching a perfect egg and putting it on a piece of Reggiano-Butter slathered baguette. Then eating it.
-Feeling an unborn human breakdance in my partners stomach.
This blog might be a lot like this for the next few months, but I promise not to just hit cut and past.
Current Projects:
-A piece on appellation systems in the coffee world.
-A piece on "minerality" in coffee taste descriptors.
-Continuing with Notes to the Bryo
-Planning Thanksgiving in the dark recesses of my mind.
-Baby, though Standing is doing most of that work.
Today's High-Points
-Coming home at 7:30 in the morning after waking up at 5:30, remembering I forgot to call in today's bean order. (I am such a freaking loser. I lose sleep over things like this. I get out of bed for things like this. Coming home was good though.)
-Pretending I didn't hear two people I respect raving about my palate.
-Poaching a perfect egg and putting it on a piece of Reggiano-Butter slathered baguette. Then eating it.
-Feeling an unborn human breakdance in my partners stomach.
This blog might be a lot like this for the next few months, but I promise not to just hit cut and past.