My head is spinning, its all the coffee that I have consumed today.
Good news is that we have found a coffee. Its not done yet, we still need to taste and play, but the components are decided.
This means that tomorrow, I am going to a day spa. No coffee for twenty four hours.
I am switching my brain off right…. Now.
6am Sunday is not a beautiful time to be alive.
There are three types of people awake at that time:
- People such as myself, still sleepy, still a little confused about being torn from warm beds and heading into the freezing Melbourne morning to work.
- Those who are still drunk and most likely emptying the contents of their stomachs from last nights binge drinking session, or causing trouble with local signage.
- Cyclists. But not the kind that you like. The ones that wear that soul-destroying lycra, its like green glad wrap for the middle aged man, its like the new midlife-crisis sports car. The ones that take joy in overtaking this little lady rudely in the bike lane.
So you can understand why getting used to working Sundays is a little hard then.
Although I do take joy in making peoples last glimpse of freedom before delving into another weeks toil seem everlasting. I have spent far too many Sundays in search of a nice place to devour some eggs and come up empty handed. So now its my chance to give people a little weekend respite.
All of that said, today was lovely. The Panama Santa Teresa Honey was incredible. I also gave my darker roasted blend a spin in the afternoon. Its still not quite there but its close. Mark drew me a picture to cheer me up.
It worked.
The light at the end of the tunnel was going to my dear friend Stephs and devouring home made, wood fired pizzas in her housemates very own keg-come-pizza oven that he made himself. The best bit was the nutella and banana calzone for desert.
Who knew the sabbath could be so productive.
These past few weeks have been tough, the kind of tough that makes you feel productive and fulfilled.
So what better way to make yourself feel better on a cold Melbourne night than to ride directly to a much hyped, good friends favorite rahman haunt and dine with only the best people.
This is Momotaro Rahmen and our lovely dinners resembled something more like a baby pool filled with delicious soups, rather than a bowl. I was defeated! Anyone that has eaten with me will know that its almost impossible.
The gyoza were particularly delicious.
Anyway, so that’s how I have spent my Friday. Couldn’t ask for anything better.
News on the coffee front, been doing a little sample roasting, a bit of cupping and a whole bunch of espresso tasting. My cups are costing me a mint to get them back from the UK. I have everyone person that has ever known me doing errands and giving me a helping hand and am organising an espresso and milk tasting evening for people with handy tastebuds.
Its all very busy. But it sure ain’t as busy as Bridge and MD with their seven day weeks. Animals!
Toby also left on Thursday. We had our last drinks at The Corkman on Wednesday evening. Couldn’t think of anything more appropriate.
I received a rather blurry voice mail from a terribly hungover Toby this afternoon. Oh dear, look out Europe, here he is.
My cups are stuck in a DHL warehouse in Cork. Other than that, everything is coming along swimmingly.
Yesterday I spent a cold afternoon by the roasters with Michael (Kaos!) and had my first spin on the sample roaster. The idea was to see if there was anything delicious I could hunt out for a competition coffee. Not only did I find some wonderful morsels, I also discovered a little thing called a “coffee thief”. Oh, what a find.
Too bad that I got to the shop fifteen minutes late this morning and missed the cupping with the dudes. Bummer. Tomorrow morning at 6:30am it is!
I cant say that I had much to do with the building of Seven Seeds, other than visiting after I finished work in Little Bourke street and standing around looking nervous at the vast amounts of space. Toby was the man that did most of the hard yards, you could tell by those weird dark stains on his arms that were apparently lacquer. Sure Toby.
What I did do though, was record the brilliant party times had by most on Friday at the little shindig MD and Bridge threw.
Bobo hit the BBQ, Kiki hit the dishwasher and Russ and J-town performed the evenings entertainment with some awe-inspiring interpretive dance moves. My favorite was the water kettle latte art pour into the mouth.
Really we didn’t pay them to do it, it was all gratis!
We managed to get through a mind boggling amount of cheese, light up some pungent Dominican cigars and break a few wine glasses. All in all, a triumphant success.
We’ve been open since Tuesday and its been an amazing week. The Hydra is proposing marriage to our espresso blend, the uni kids are loving it and my lunch has never been more delicious or been made with more love.
Its a little bit like going back in time, but leaping right into the future. Its nice to have a new place to hang the hat. Kudos to the dudes for rocking it out so hard.
Lisa has been harshing. She is finishing her photography degree this year and is really good. She thinks I should have a turn in front of the lens.
Anyway, Ta-daaaaa!
The date is set. Hoorah!
Oh and I got a new iMac. It is so functional. Hoorah twice!
Our faithful dairy supplier, Dairy Farmers, has decided to sell to Pura. It’s not that Pura is a bad milk, its just that its not suitable for use with our blend. Which is a bummer. So now we are on the hunt for a new milk. We even pushed the boundaries of the law and tried un-pasteurized milk straight from J-Town’s Dad’s farm outside of Sydney. It was suprisingly un-grassy and deliciously creamy with no hint of overpowering the brew.
All of the Dairy Farmers staff are out of jobs, which is a horror story in these tight financial times. I had a tearful farewell with Jenny and Nicky across the wires of a telephone as we got our last few crates on Friday. Corporate buy-outs. Cha!
In other news, Kiki is back from Bali after sneaking her way through customs with a giant bottle of potent shaman coconut oil, Bowen and Toby are readying themselves for the great escape and our new digs is so close to being finished that I can taste the sawdust settling.
All the fun is just starting.
I think its really weird. I looked up today and saw this guy walking through the front door. Totally span me out. Its exciting though, means we get to cup some Tim Wendelboe coffee this Saturday!
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