Beans and a french press

I stopped by this local organic, whole foods store and optimistically bought some beans. Dark Roast Colombian this time, and some chocolate raspberry flavored beans for Mother. With my beans sitting in their air-tight containers, ticking like a time-bomb, and a Toastmaster coffee grinder waiting patiently to put him in use, I almost broke down and bought myself a small, three-cup french press.

It's wedding season and with wedding season comes the bridal registry. I'm not a fan of buying other people gifts for the fact that I never have enough money to buy other people things and still have time for something nice for myself. Case in point was the french press. With Father's day around the corner, my nephew's 8th birthday in the morning and an up-coming wedding, blast it, I had to deplete my checking account to buy gifts and couldn't afford the $12.00 press. Yes, I am that broke that I can't even afford a french press. Pretty sad. And I've been wanting to own a french press more and more since reading up on brewing meathods. Plus, a History Channel special on coffee sealed the deal.

The preferred meathod of brewing by master cuppers and coffee conneseurs (again, forgive my spelling) is the french press. This brewing meathod brings out the best flavor, the most complexity and produces the richest cup of coffee. Now that I have a grinder that allows me to control the corseness of my grinds, I'm primed for a press. But, the demands of my wallet are louder and I'm going to have to wait for Mrs Tea to come and make my life bright again. She still hasn't arrived from eBay, the fat thing. My migrane headaches are getting worse and worse in her absense.

I'll keep you posted and we can begin discussion on Dark Roast Colombian.