Loren Easton told me about this comment thread on a post criticizing The All-American Coffee Drinker, and kudos to you, Loren, for roasting your own beans. I don’t do it, probably won’t do it, but I appreciate it nonetheless.
Loren Easton told me about this comment thread on a post criticizing The All-American Coffee Drinker, and kudos to you, Loren, for roasting your own beans. I don’t do it, probably won’t do it, but I appreciate it nonetheless.
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All I know is that Marxism is God’s Favorite Coffee (http://liuzhou.blog-city.com/coffee.htm).
It tastes pretty horrible, though. I prefer a more democratic fresh-ground brew.
Weird. Link didn’t work. Here’s another:
http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CTAccGu3VLI/STIDcWzKyWI/AAAAAAAAABQ/z2pfgpHPkN4/s1600-h/Coffee_Marxism.jpg
Join the proletariat java revolution!
Seriously, home-roasted coffee is awesome. It’s cheap, easy and tastes great. What more is there to like?
Wow! Marxism coffee. Reminds me a bit of some mystic coffee I’ve seen. It wasn’t up to snuff (whatever that means).
My mother was a teenager in San Francisco during World War II. She and her older sister brought home soldiers and sailors—three and four at a time or more, to sit around the family table. Her parents roasted and ground their own coffee beans, and there was always a fresh pot of coffee for “the boys.” My grandfather was a veteran of the First World War, and he took hospitality very seriously.
One of the first chores I learned as a child (maybe 5 or 6), was how to make a pot of coffee. Now I set the coffee every night, and my husband brings me a cup while I am still in bed. And on weekends, we celebrate the divine grind with something special—Kona is the favorite.