Someone in Letefoho planted, cared-for, harvested, and processed the coffee that I have been taking for granted every morning. Emily roasted it walking distance from my home.
I got a hand grinder the other week and have been enjoying manually working the beans though the burrs, then pressing a cup by hand.
It’s about friction, both literally and metaphorically.
This process takes about ten times longer than the capsule machine I used to own but the process is infinitely more enjoyable.
There’s something special about the ritual and respect involved and continuing the human chain from crop to cup.