Bad things come in three’s.

Last week, after my first two wheeled tumble on Elizabeth st, someone jokingly said, “Oh be careful Talor, you know bad things always happen in three’s”.

I’m not sure if that idea planted itself somewhere deep in my unconscious but later on in the week, just after getting my British cycling green Raleigh back from the bike shop and making tracks for Prudence to celebrate the Easter long weekend. I cleaned up a pedestrian on Swanston st. I’m glad they are changing that street from its current lay out because as I crossed the intersection, a drunken punter from the pub on the corner rushed out ahead of the green signal and right into where I was planning to ride. Everything happened so fast that before I knew it, I was being hauled onto the sidewalk out of the way of traffic, dealing with the glares of cyclist hating citizens.

I brushed myself off, gratefully accepted the water given to me by a concerned security guard and tried to salvage my dignity by walking my bike away from the scene. Only to then be followed by who I soon found out to be a single father of one from Glenroy who was in the city celebrating his football teams win. He was concerned for my health after the accident. Also my current marital status. Obviously he thought a woman that could so gracefully take out a drunken idiot would be a great role model for his child.

The only thing I took away from the accident was some fresh grazes and bruises on top of the ones I already had.

Then came number three. I rolled over and peered into a drizzly morning over Moonee Ponds. The rain was light enough so I wouldn’t have to take my chances being late for work on the train, so at 7:30am, I pumped up my tyres and hit the road. I made it all the way to Footscray before the car in front of me slammed on its breaks at a free intersection and I, with rain slicked wheels, hurtled into the back of it. Genuinely, it was my most pain free accident of the whole three but my bike had finally packed it in.

So, goodbye my beautiful trusty steed. You served me well!

Syphon Sunday.

I’ve been a busy little beaver these past few weeks. Two new jobs getting me up at 5am, 7 days a week. My various bicycles have been letting me down, making for nervous train rides in peak hour, shoved into nooks, crannies and armpits. The golden rule I have found is, if you need to be on time, you wont be. Missing connections, sprinting from one platform to the next. Metro is no longer my buddy.

Following one of these frantic mornings and a busy Sunday service at the Duchess, the crew downed some after work beers and watched Eoghan, the new recruit as he piled ripe peaches precariously atop his “Devonshire Syphon Infuser”. Shane, Andy and I stood around in the back kitchen throwing around ideas about how to make it work without a) Falling apart b) Dripping everywhere c) Spilling great chunks of ripe peach into a perfectly brewed syphon. What Eoghan eventually decided on was made with haste but came up with the best tasting signature drink of the evening. A gently peach and caramel flavored, very clean tasting brew(I think this was achieved by using a second paper filter in the pouring process).

Tower of peaches and caramel

The following is an extract of what I wrote for Beanscene, figuring it would be a wee bit foolish to write all the same information twice. The broad overview of the event was that it was a great turn out with some amazing creativity in the signature drink department. Sadly four of the competitors went over time(I don’t blame them, the Japanese competition allows 15 minutes for the same presentation) and that spilled over into the rest of the event. It was safe to say that when the judges finally came to a decision at 11:45pm on a Sunday evening and I had to be at work at 6:30am the next day, I was more interested in my pillow than the winners.


Three customers walk in the door of your cafe, they look serious. They stride directly to the counter and ask for two identical Syphons of the Nicuraguan La Esperanza Cup of Excellence #19 and for their third beverage, they want you to show your creativity and suprise them. After ordering, the trio also let you know that they only have ten minutes in which you can make all of these and on top of that, “Could you tell us everything you know about La Esperanza?”.

Sound tough?

Seven competitors experienced exactly that on Sunday as Auction Rooms hosted the first Syphon Championship ever to be held in Australia.

Andrew Kelly

Johnny Vroom from Proud Mary walked away with the title of Victorian Syphon Champion, a ticket to the nationals in Syndney and a swag of Hario products. He was true to his name and sped through the ten minute presentation time with skill, never lacking on keeping the judges informed. He described the coffee as having a lemon acidity with a sweet, long, caramel finish. His brew parameters were 25 grams of coffee with 250ml of water with a 30 second crust break. He began by infusing toasted coconut and coffee in his first Syphon, left it to chill in an ice bath and went on to prepare his comparative Syphons. When the judges were sipping happily, he added vanilla syrup, a cherry reduction and a small amount of brandy. He then placed it in a soda stream to be carbonated. What was produced was a lightly sparkling, chilled, balanced Syphon, enhanced by the warmth of the Brandy.

Johnny Vroom

Glasses

Proud Mary certainly was proud as it took second place also with Kris Wood breezing through with his competition veteran calm. Sticking to his penchant for minimalism, he produced what the judges recognised as the most technically perfect Syphons of the evening. For his signature drink, he wanted to enhance the already present lemon acidity, so Kris increased his dosage significantly and upped the brew time to 50 seconds. It was a brilliant demonstration to the judges of a coffee presenting differing flavors when produced in a radically contrasting manner. He was also the only competitor to briefly brush on the history of Syphon coffee and the Japanese desire for low levels of turbidity.

Kris

Dome

New kid on the block, Eoghan Fitzpatrick from The Duchess had been up all night constructing his, “Devonshire Syphon Infuser”. A wooden tripod that supported hollowed out peaches, crammed with home made caramel. Once his higher dosed and more agitated Syphon had been brewed, he poured it through the center, creating the most beautiful signature beverage of the evening. A gently peach flavored, sweet and floral brew.

Eoghan

Adding coffee to peaches

Hario

Jamie Elfman from Eclipse had a unique technique that produced the most exceptional tasting indentical Syphons of the evening. He used a finer grind with a 16 gram dose and a 36 second infusion, looking for orange blossom. He agitated using eight turns and pointed out his three layers of gasses, ground coffee and liquid in the brewing process. He also let the brew cool significantly before allowing the judges to taste. For his signature drink, he infused anise in the bottom bowl of the Syphon then proceeded to make liquid chocolate bullets. I would have drank the whole thing but that may have been a little greedy. Unfortunately due to going overtime, Jamie was disqualified.

Star anise infusion

Liquid chocolate bullets

Emily Ch’ng from Monk Bodhi Dharma is one talented lady. Her name is on the roll call for every Australian coffee event so the Syphon competition would be no different. She found notes of pineapple when she was cupping the Nicuraguan and tried to recreate with a 45 second extraction and a crust break at 20 seconds. She also employed a popular move of the evening, using a cold cloth to speed up the drop down process. For her signature, she infused hibiscus syrup, raspberry essence , orange blossom water and jasmine flower tea. Emily also rimmed the judges glasses with crushed rosewater toffee, creating an elegant, delicate and delicious signature beverage. Pulling the unlucky first spot, sadly Emily also went over time.

Emily Ch'ng and her hibiscus and jasmine flower syphon

Kiril Shaginov’s routine was supremely polished and rehearsed on his home turf of Auction Rooms. He began with presenting a purified Norwegian water to the judges, spoke in depth about where the coffee had come from then proceeded to prepare his signature beverage within a Hario hand grinder. He ground cacao and panela sugar, asking the judges to take in its aromas and made a Syphon using the grounds. His Syphon recipe was 21 grams of coffee for a 43 second brew time, using the cold cloth method. He then poured his beverages through an aerator, commonly used in wine. When probed about this method, he said he couldn’t put his finger on what it did to the coffee, just that it added an element that he believed it couldn’t be without. Kiril was stalled a little when his burners took longer than expected to heat and for his overtime, was disqualified.

Kiril

Head Barista from Auction Rooms Will Glover brought decent tunes and a wry humor to the evening. The first thing that attracted the eye while he set up was the peculiar use of Seven Eleven slurpee cups. It all became apparent when for his signature beverage, he prepared a coffee style slurpee, using Panama Geisha ice cubes. He prepared his Syphons using 25 grams of coffee, a 37 second brew time and a cupping grind, highlighting the lemon acidity. He also spoke about turbidity and Syphon quality but juggling the ice and slow burners also meant that Will lost time and was also disqualified for being over time.

Will

Coffee slurpee

As midnight on Sunday drew closer and the beers were running out, the trio of judges nodded to one another and called out the winners, bringing to a close what promises to be a revolution for Australian coffee competitions. Keep an eye on the AASCA website for further details on the National Syphon Championships being held in Sydney later this year.

Cup of Excellence in Australia.

Well, thank you internet. I just experienced the wonder and joy of losing an entire post. Oh yay.

Tay Tay.

A few weeks ago, Mark and Bridget organised Erwin and Suzie from Cup of Excellence to take the trip down to Melbourne town and teach us monkeys a thing or two. There were plenty of coffee folk there from all around Australia, from Perth, Tasmania, Sydney and the Snowy Mountains. We sat in on two of the four days that were focused intensively on cupping, scoring, farming and CoE as a global standard for quality.

Double trouble.

Cup of Excellence is synonymous for quality, a non for profit organisation that has been around for a decade. Since kicking off in Brazil in 1999, they have been sending experienced roasters, buyers and growers in almost 10 countries, every single harvest to score and judge handpicked lots from origins throughout the globe. Every coffee that stands the test of intensive tasting and comes out with a score of over 84 is offered online in a completely transparent auction. These can be bought by anyone that can cough up the serious dollars that the lots sell for.

Line up.

Buyers sit tirelessly on their computers in the wee hours, watching and bidding, trying to come out on top. Farmers in turn become national heroes for high scoring or winning coffees. Their lives are changed by the money that comes directly back to them, having the opportunity to build better houses, invest in farm machinery, employ more staff and and any number of positive changes.

The line up.

CoE.

The Friday and Saturday I spent learning about the program and cupping with cool cats was the raddest coffee time I’ve had the whole time I have lived here. This is a good example of a cool cat.

Russ hole.

We learnt about faults, compared roast to roast, discovered the differences that water quality can make to a cupping and tasted solutions to calibrate our palates. Turns out that a sweeter coffee is also a higher scoring one. Are we all really just a bunch of sweet tooths? You can tell by the amount of spit on my sheets that I was really getting into it. Or uncoordinated. Maybe both.

Cupping scores.

I can vouch that I am a bit of a sweet tooth though. As when I was totally coffee-d out at the end of the two days, the only thing that could bring me back to life was a batch of homemade hot cross buns.

Home made hot cross buns.

Mmmmmm!

Volkswagons are wack.

Seven Seeds gets frighteningly busy these days. So much so that on Wednesday the kitchen ran out of bread at 1pm. Bridget fought her way through the throng of punters from the office and held her hand outstretched with the Caddy key. “How confident do you feel about driving the caddy?”. I feel quite confident about driving. I think cycling in Melbourne gives you a bit of an edge once you get behind the wheel of a vehicle again. But once I had sat myself in the front seat and went to indicate, only to turn on the windscreen wipers, did I really realise how wacky Volkswagons really are.

It was fine, I got the bread from Dench (which is lovely, by the way) and made it back in one piece, except for the strange mid afternoon traffic. I found out that I am not immune to road rage. Lucky the windows were up.

Today was the first session of the Cup of Excellence seminar, being hosted by the big cheeses. I felt like a sponge. A big, coffee soaked sponge. Cannot wait to get back into it in the morning, hopefully I can publish some photos tomorrow evening.

Kinfolk.

Kinfolk.

Julie has been coming into my work in the city for eons. Within our, “Good morning, having a latte? How was your weekend?” interactions, Julie and I have gotten to know each other pretty well. I’ve met the majority of her kin and heard all the stories that go along with a growing family.

It was through all this that I met Jarrod, her son. He is a bit of a mover and a shaker. Been living all around the world and has some pretty great ideas for necessary change. He came to me with an idea that has got me really excited. Its called Kinfolk and it will soon be located right down on the corner near Spencer and Bourke street. This idea was dreamt up by the team at Y-GAP, a not-for-profit organisation. YGAP supports international development projects through funding and volunteer activism. From education, health and advocacy-oriented projects in Ghana, Rwanda and Bangladesh, their quest is to sustain and increase the scope of such work. Kinfolk was established to provide a more reliable and consistent source of revenue than corporate and private donations.

The basic concept is to jump on the steadily rolling bandwagon of choosing products and services with a moral edge. Kinfolk is a cafe, all about sustainability, social justice and really having a hard think about “where that latte came from”, and “where is the money going that I just paid for it”.

Imagine that for the cost of your weekly coffee that you could contribute to the lives of others in a positive and sustainable way. More to the point, you could choose where you would like your money to be spent. Perhaps your would like to contribute to an education based project in Rwanda, an anti trafficking strategy in Nepal or help sustain the amazing work that Melbourne based not-for-profit deals with in regards to the cities homeless.

The Shop.

I’ve been hanging around with Asuka and Jarrod a bit and I cannot help but be swept up in their enthusiasm for the project. At the moment, they are being sponsored by Di Bella and being offered a Wega and Di Bella’s newest brainstorm to capture the market, “Crop to Cup”.

Where the kitchen will be.

There are about 30 people involved with Kinfolk but they are really looking for someone with a bit of pizazz to step up and be a righteous coffee maker. I’ve offered my services in training and have totally scoped the set up before they have begun to build. It is going to be a beautiful thing, once we find the right person for the job.

Asuka.

So do you know someone that likes the taste of social justice in the morning?

Talor.

Hello Hario!

Hello Mario!

Not really.

Syphon madness.

Monday night was fairly amazing. I finished work early and wove my way through the heat on my bike that was so all consuming and oppressive that you could have cut it with a knife. I went to a few house interviews and found myself evermore despondent about the fact that I am going to be stuck in Fitzoy forever. After a few promising meetings I took Jethro to South Melbourne to the old stomping ground and was taken aback by the serious changes happening there. St. Ali is like an entirely different place. Already the crowd was milling, pacing about, murmuring among themselves and eyeing off the serious bling that was adorning the front counter. Two Synesso’s sandwiching three Hario Syphons with a Japanese Syphon Barista Champion heating, cleaning and stirring. Holy moly. It was almost enough to make me wet my pants with excitement.

Three Hario, all in a row.

Mieko Koike.

This is Ms Mieko Koike, 2006 Japanese Syphon Barista Champion. Her interpreter Mori, Did a stellar job of tackling those really tough questions.

Bling.

By the time it was time to begin the room was packed with so many familiar faces all craning their necks to get a better view. It was a great turn out. Big kudos to Bec and Aya in the kitchen for the INCREDIBLE food.

Pumpkin Cakes.

Meiko began to serve us some Syphon, to get a general idea of what we could achieve and Michael and I were faced with that age old question, “Finca La Montana or Cricketers Arms?”. There were hard decisions to be made.

Finca La Montana.

Eventually we got down to the real nitty gritty and I was lucky enough to be the first to get up and have a play. I got a sweet dome. So sweet, that I totally left Luca hanging.
After realising that I needed a lot more practice, I gave up the Syphon game and began the beer drinking game. Toby beat me, he got terribly drunk and I was amused because he had to open the shop the next day.

Toby and Gus.

So thank you Toshi, Kris, Sal, Luke, Kylie and everyone that had a hand in the wonderful evening. Here is to more hanging out at cafes after closing time!

Oh yes and I promise I will finish that wrap-up this week! I just got side tracked. Keep your ears peeled!