Take a few moments to take in the words in the article linked below.
Craig Damrauer’s short piece points to an aspect of what meaningful coffee looks like.
As I apprentice as a roaster, and find myself increasingly in coffee circles, I ask how we can best view coffee as a catalyst, rather than an end in itself. Splitting hairs and elitism are not what coffee is about. As Kevin Sinnott writes in The Art and Craft of Coffee, “I’d prefer the worst cup of coffee with my wife to the best cup with her mother.”
Joking aside, there’s much more to enjoying coffee than simply drinking it. To land too far on either end of the spectrum- whether it be contentment with the supply-chain abuses and cardboard cuppings of commodity coffee, or the belittling of others for not being able to detect and define razor’s-edge subtleties, is unfortunate. Are we willing to sacrifice a bit more to provide security and dignity to third-world farmers, enter into their story and find out what good coffee truly is? Can we forego endless innovation for the sake of innovation, and pursue a more attainable contentment with what we have?
As with all things, there’s a balance to be sought. Enjoy Craig’s reflective words, preferably with cup in hand.
Is I. Is complicity shedding
First felt as anxiousness. Recoil.
But now welcome absence.
Absence welcome. Beheld in common with few.
Compañero? Drink of this cup? De café.
Cultivated in difficult/ path/ building.
In rest broken (awake?) as unknown
Sniffs, examines and scrapes
Intruder/ or venturer/ who takes nights away.
Though unnecessary by some measure
Still nights/ unstill nights, a/way are chosen.