One of my favorite parts of the morning is my morning coffee ritual.
I start off with freshly roasted beans from Vermont Coffee Company, specifically their Dark Roast. Their Dark Roast has always been a favorite of mine as it offers a rich, roasted, dark, almost burnt chocolatey intensity but it has a pleasant aroma and taste that isn't harsh as sometimes can be typical with some of the other dark roast coffees I have tried.
When I first open the air tight canister of beans, it's magical. You know they are fresh when they have a nice sheen on them. This is a greasy bean house. You know it's good when they're greasy. After that initial silent moment just after opening the canister, I have a quick reflection on what's about to happen. I gently pour the beans, offering themselves up to me when it's their time, into my coffee grinder. If my wife happens to be around when I'm doing this I shout out a nonchalant "Noise!" and hit the button. Suddenly the beans are dancing with each other, becoming a finer version of their former self.
After the joyous chaos of bean grinding is complete I fill the kettle with water and get my French press ready for our little morning party. Up to the mark and it's time to heat up the bath.
Amidst the heating of the water, it's time to measure out the heaping scoops. With my measuring spoon, I dive into the freshly ground goodness, filling my French press with just enough of the black gold dust.
Thirty-two ounces of water and six heaping spoonfuls is all it takes. No more. No less. Perfection...
Just coming off its boil, the water is ready to be poured, but I must wait. Thirty seconds to be exact. Slowly, in small circles I gently pour the hot water over the ground coffee beans, letting them breath as I go. Little bubbles come to the surface as I pour the scalding water, making sure to envelope every last bit of coffee in a warm embrace, up to the fill mark on my press. It's therapeutic watching something like this. The beans are going from solid form to liquid form. It's a satisfying feeling, taking a solid little bean and transforming it into something that gives off pure joy in the form of warmth, comfort and energy.
With a stir and the setting of a timer, I wait...
I get slight hints of burnt chocolate and raspberry in the air while I wait for my coffee to brew, pondering what I'm going to accomplish today. I gather my mug and half 'n half awaiting the moment where I can push the plunger down into the dark abyss, separating liquid from solid, completing the metamorphosis from one thing to another. Bean to brew. Cold to warm. Asleep to awake. Half to whole. From apart to together again. The cycle continues...
...and then I pour my first mug.
Here is a short, little snippet from today's Morning Pages.
I can see the leaves coming down like single tears down a cheek, the trees crying for the end of the season. Their branches laden with yellowing leaves, thirsty for their last drink of water before shriveling up and falling to the earth, nourishing the grass to protect the ground from the oncoming winter snow.
I'm constantly writing and sometimes little snippets like this appear and I oftentimes don't know where they belong. I've struggled with finding ways to document them all and to keep track of them all...until now!
I've had this blog for what feels like ages now and honestly haven't done a lot to keep it going. Now I'll be contributing to this more frequently. I'd love to have you along for the ride. Post your comments below. I'd love to hear from you.
Brian Theoret | Notes in the Sandbox
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