You never know what you think you know
Tuesday, August 31st, 2010
You’ve been patting yourself on the back for making progress with your cleaning regimen for your roaster. You’ve been watching bits of old dried creosote flake off the insides of the roaster and disappear into the shopvac. You just know you’ve been paying closer attention to the details. There’s not as much chaff and fuzz, the squirrel cage isn’t as gunked up when you tear the roaster down. You can feel the improved airflow during the roast. You can call yourself a professional coffee roaster.
Then you go and find an eager young apprentice to give you much needed help with the roasting. He makes a few ‘initiation’ mistakes (I won’t divulge the embarrassing details . . . yet . . . since I’ve also made them), but dang this guy catches on quick. And, dare I vocalize, he has initiative. A roaster’s dream for a new roaster. Things are great. And then your buddy Russ, who supposedly has your best interests and well being constantly in mind, sends you devastating photos of said apprentice and the cleaning he has done on his own. I hate you both. I love you both. I am humbled. I can’t wait to have some coffee from our cleaner than clean roaster. Vojta Rocks!
