Tom's Journey to Craft Coffee Roasting
One foggy morning in 1995 in the small market town of Chichicastenango in the Guatemalan highlands, after a bad night’s sleep I went to a small cafe for breakfast. I was backpacking across Honduras and Guatemala with a friend, and we had wandered up to Chichi for the Sunday market day. The waitress asked if I wanted coffee or tea with my breakfast, and I answered in my broken Spanish that I definitely needed coffee to wake up. Up to this point in my life, coffee for me was a bitter brew used to stay awake and study in college. Good coffee meant I made it 3 times as strong as normal and I drank it because I was tough....