I realize its been over a month since I've typed a single word, scanned a single picture, or wrote down an actual recipe. Don't worry though, for what looks like slacking is actually greatness in the works. For a little over a month now, I've been homeless in a city that that feels like home and jobless in an industry that has been so kind and inviting. While I feel a little limited without a kitchen to call my own, I have been writing down ideas that are burning holes in my pockets...so just you wait!
In the mean time, my days consist of scouring craigslist for a house I can call my own, riding my bike in the rain, and sipping coffee like its going out of style. Actually, the latter has been a real joy. Everyday at 3 o'clock, Stumptown Coffee has a free coffee tasting (cupping) where you can try some of the best coffees in the world. I usually make it there 3-4 times a week: Everyone there knows me by name. I guess you could say its my classroom until I become a professor. Unlike the wine industry however, which can be a little snooty and elitist, the coffee industry is softer, quieter, and quick to embrace. Just last week I met a woman at a Stumptown cupping, who invited me over to her cafe where she tasted me on all her different roasts and blends. That was the day I had 8 double espressos. I WAS WIRED. And today, I met with the roasters at Cafe Zoka, who welcomed me into their humble warehouse and brewed me a fresh cup of some Kenyan Tassia Peaberry. So while I don't have an address, kitchen, or job I can call my own, I still have my camera, my bike, and a passion for coffee that grows with every sip.