it’s exciting: getting the kettle filled and plugged in. opening up a fresh bag of coffee, those ever so slightly greasy beans looking up at you in all their reason-for-living-smelling-glory and then pouring them into the grinder and buzzing ’em up. removing the lid and taking a deep breath… it makes the morning (or in our case this afternoon) right and worthy.
while on our jaunt about town running errands and getting groceries, pony and I were confronted with the ever expensive selection of coffee. normally we try to get whatever’s the cheapest per lb. and still organic/free trade, usually ethical bean or kicking horse. both are great, but today we went with the kicking horse grizzly claw blend. now, I’m someone who searches for, and melts into slurs of ‘ohmygods’ over a cup/pot of coffee that resembles chocolate cake. grizzly claw = awesome cake of awesomeness. it’s deep and full, but I find the majority of its flavour is in the middle and end of a mouthful. the taste upon swallowing, is sweet in a dark, roasty, way, but not at all burnt tasting. it’s hardly acidic, and that’s a big ol’ plus in my books.
at the probable chance of losing some tasting credit from the coffee connoisseurs out there, I will happily admit to putting not only demerara sugar in my coffee, but whipping cream too! it’s breakfast that way. however you take it, all done up like me, or hot and black like róny, I highly recommend the grizzly claw.
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