Some Thoughts on Coffee, About Which I Know Nothing

Cafe Sign, GetreidegasseIn the last month I found myself chatting with two coffee roasters while they worked, one at Mt. Hood Roasters in Rhododendron, Oregon, and one at Java Kai in Hanalei, Hawaii. I did not admit to either of them that the coffee we drink the most of at our house is Trung Nguyen, a mass produced Vietnamese coffee that we buy ground in big quantities from our local Asian supermarket.

We buy this stuff because, well, we like it. I acquired my first package out of desperation. I was in Seattle’s International District and I needed coffee, stat. When I opened the can — it was still in cans then, it smelled of chocolate. Brewed up it tasted very smooth, not bitter at all, and it held that nice deep aroma. It’s cheap, too, really cheap, compared to anything else I like.


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From the Archives: Kubota Garden

In spite of that fact that we had hail the size of rock salt yesterday afternoon and temperatures in the 30s at night, it is indeed spring in the Pacific Northwest. The days are longer — a few days ago I watched the evening light change until well past 8pm, nested on my couch facing …


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Scott at Hing Loon, Laughing

Here’s the great thing about Scott. Not only does he love what he’s doing, he loves what you’re doing too. Really. He makes you feel like you’re a star, even if you’re just a tiny blogger with, like, embarrassingly low traffic. I’ve met Scott twice and both times, he greeted me like this:  “Oh. MY. …


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Sweet Baked Heaven

I blame living in Austria for my obsession — it’s more of an illness, really. After all, a nation that comes up with a cake that involves first baking a cake, grinding it into crumbs and then cooking the crumbs in whole milk and butter is a nation that takes cake seriously. Austria is home …


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Raven Stops the Gossip

A long time ago, a very, very long time ago, clams had feet. They could walk everywhere — just like everybody else. And they were kind of nosy and extremely curious. They were especially interested in humans. You’d be getting home from work and the clams, they’d be watching while you told your family about …


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Sleepless in Austin

My Austin neighborhood is really lovely, the houses are a nice selection of brick and stucco, Spanish style with wrought iron features, arcaded entryways, complicated split windows and twisted pillars holding up balconies. Sprawling trees line the street and the trees are full of birds singing songs I do not recognize. Something sounds like a …


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