Wednesday, March 27, 2013
My husband, Ronald, is 100% Dutch. I don't know if this is the reason, but he has hobbies. He has to be busy. He cannot loll around. He calls it "the Dutch curse." This has played out in various ways over the years. Fishing, gardening, shooting, house projects, weight-lifting... Lately he has been into roasting his own coffee. Contributing to this obsession is his professional experience working in laboratories and his knowledge of science.
Ron has spent hours researching where to find the best beans, methods of roasting, brewing, etc. He follows precise formulas using a gram scale to measure his ingredients. He has a special hand grinder with ceramic inner workings (I found this out after accusing them of being plastic). He has a special pot to heat water and various filter papers. Ron has experimented with different brewing systems which have included a chemex, presspot, stove-top espresso pot, and his stand-by--the pour-over filter cone.
He roasts the beans in the garage, using second-hand hot-air popcorn poppers. This process fills the air with smoke that smells like burnt popcorn, though Ronald insists it is a delicious coffee aroma. However, in the morning when he grinds the freshly prepared beans, a smell comes wafting up the stairs so enticing that it is almost visible.
Living with someone is challenging, because all people are at times bothersome. My wonderful husband, as perfect as he may be, sometimes bugs me. Part of it is his perfectionism. I'm not saying that because he's Dutch he's persnickety, but, well he is 100%. Watching him spend so much time painstakingly going through all this rigamarole for a cup of coffee sometimes just gets to me.
The other day I sort of let it slip out. I said, "You know, you are really kind of annoying with your coffee." To which he quickly replied, "You know, you are really kind of annoying with your blog."
For in the same way you judge others, you will be judged, and with the measure you use, it will be measured to you.--Matt. 7:2