Welcome to Varied Expressions of Worship

Welcome to Varied Expressions of Worship

This blog will be written from an orthodox Christian point of view. There may be some topic that is out of bounds, but at present I don't know what it will be. Politics is a part of life. Theology and philosophy are disciplines that we all participate in even if we don't think so. The Bible has a lot to say about economics. How about self defense? Is war ethical? Think of all the things that someone tells you we should not touch and let's give it a try. Everything that is a part of life should be an expression of worship.

Keep it courteous and be kind to those less blessed than you, but by all means don't worry about agreeing. We learn more when we get backed into a corner.

Saturday, March 14, 2015

Opus 2015-65: Firsts: A Pseudo-Coffee Snob

I can recognize a really bad cup of coffee.  A few times a cup of coffee in a generic restaurant has made me sit up, take notice and say, “Ahhhhh.”  In between there is a lot of wiggle room.

So I would not consider myself a coffee snob.

I have, however, begun to make coffee a hobby interest.  I moved to whole bean coffee and graduated to a burr grinder.  At times I will play around with a French press.  Most of what I prepare is in that vast middle of coffee-land.  It is Baby Bear coffee.

So I was a bit shocked when I became the coffee snob in the specialty coffee store.  I have found a few types of beans that I find interesting.  Kauai, Brazil Santos and the Mocha Java blend are three that I like.  I have tried Jamaican Blue Mountain but find that my bank balance is more delicate than my taste buds.

The store served sandwiches and such but their main draw was the dozen or so types of beans and blends that they roasted and sold.  They had coffees from four continents and a number of their own blends.  I asked a few questions and had the lady scoop out a couple of half pound packages.  I tried to get her opinion of other brews.  She had never even heard of the varieties I mentioned.  She finally confessed that the only coffees she knew were the ones they sold and Starbucks. 

Later in the day I broke my French press and went to buy another one.  She knew nothing about French presses. 

It is a strange experience knowing more than the specialists.

There is a first time for everything.

homo unius libri

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