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Topic: my first Panama Gesha (5 msgs / 359 lines)
1) From: Stephen Carey
My hands were sweating, my knees weak and my heart taking a few extra 
beats as I shut the bedroom doors, turned off one smoke alarm (didn't 
want fire department here to try my coffee in that manner).  Was it 
the new medicines, they are so tough to tolerate?  I got out my IR2, 
my hot mitts, temp probe, scale, and the always important air duct 
hose to connect from machine to fan.  I even remembered to turn on 
the fan this time.
The sweat went from my nearly hairless, but handsome, head to my 
brows above my puppy dog big brown eyes.  Damn, I forgot the most 
important thing, my special coffee.  I went to the room with my stash 
(and it is becoming a real stash, just ask SMs, they will tell you 
about the orders I have placed, two more, at least, on the way.)  I 
got to my knees, not to pray, though that would be appropriate, but 
rather to go through my stash to where I knew the Panama Auction Lot 
#2 Mama Cata Gesha lay.  I, with hands cramped with both lust and 
fear, picked up the bag.
You can do this, you can do this, I kept repeating it.  I looked up, 
as if I didn't know, the picture of beans at Full City.  I read the 
description and the bean temperature, knowing I could only read the 
mass temperature with the wire probe, but that was fine, for this was 
just me and the bean.  I knew the profile I wanted to use, knowing, 
also, that I would cut it off before the end, or so I thought.  You 
see, this had to be me and the bean, not the IR2 and the bean.  I 
needed to bring to the stove top, where the machine sits on warm 
summer nights filled with tension, my very best.  My best 
instincts.  My eyes had to see the beans, my ears hear past the drone 
of the IR2, past the noise of my beating heart which filled my ears 
to the point of my ear drums thumping like a war dance, a warning of 
what was to come.
It would be my eyes, ears, nose, and all the rest of my senses, plus 
instinct backed up my little experience.  I wanted the Panama Auction 
Lot #2 - Mama Cata Gesha to be the best roast yet, to make Les and 
Brian and Ray and Carole, Alchemist John, Larry, Mike, Barry, Rich 
and even Tom, plus the many others proud of the man with whom they 
shared their inner most roasting secrets and plans.
The gloves went on, the profile chosen, the roast button pressed by 
the big mitt hand of the roaster, Stephen.
Profile 6 is no secret, it is basic and allows the roaster to use 
their senses, they must trust their senses.
Cycle 1 brings the beans to 340F for 2:40 and the thermometer read 
348, not bad.  The noise died down as we slid into Cycle 2, which is 
395F for 3:25, again the thermometer reading was close, coming in at 
399.  With no perceptible change in machine noise we glided into 
Cycle 3, my last, other than cool down.  It runs at 450F for 2:25.
Backing up in this tale of the Gesha the first crack came at 5:53 
into the roast, earlier than I thought, maybe running just a bit hot 
did that, but there it was.  First one, then another and another and 
it sounded like rolling oil drums down a hill, then it went away, 
perhaps a stray now and then.  I waited for the color I wanted and 
when I saw it, I hit the "Cool" button with my other oven mitt 
covered shaking hand.  Which gave me a roast of 7:00, fast, but it 
was fine.  For four long minutes the machine cooled the beans.  When 
done, I quickly disassembled it all to get at the chamber.  I took 
the open chamber and poured my roast into my colander where I stirred 
the beans ever so softly with a wooden spoon.
It was time for the bean crunch and to bag the beans.  Oh, how the 
flavors hit my taste buds, stirring them from their apprehension and 
bringing them to a life full of chocolate and anise - how could anise 
be in a bean?  Then a true coffee flavor, it was early yet.  Tomorrow 
would hold surprises of flavor, no doubt.
So, I filled a valve bag after letting the beans sit for five 
minutes.  I took my notes on my 26th roast.  Time to prepare of 
number 27, or should I wait so as not to have too much - no, it is 
time, the beans will be wonderful and flavorful and they will not be 
gifts - no, not this bean, Les has taught me well, this is 
mine.  Though I shall share a cup with some friends on Sunday, that 
is all, it is mine, only mine.  I have others for my friends and they 
will like it for it will be good also, just not Panama Auction Lot #2 
- Mama Cata Gesha.

2) From: Les
Thanks for sharing that Stephen.  It reminds me of my first roast of
Jamacia Blue Mountain.  I am long past worrying about what bean it is.
 Thank you for the reminder.  However, I do make sure that I have a
full tank of propane and my backup just in case when roasting the more
expensive beans.  I did figure it out the other day, I am somewhere
between roast 2500 and 3000.
Les
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3) From: Les
I mean my spare tank of gas.  I also have my heatgun and dogbowl with
my roasting stuff if something on the RK goes really bad!  Jamaica has
been slammed with so many bad storms of late I doubt we will see green
beans from there for at least another year or two.  The got blasted
again this year so, who knows maybe it will be 5 more years.  You will
get better.  Soon that nervousness will pass and you will be enjoying
the roasts without fear.
Les
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4) From: Sandy Andina
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You will henceforth forever laugh maniacally at any mention of  
Jamaica Blue Mt. or Kopi Luwak. Welcome to our little secret!
On Sep 7, 2007, at 6:57 PM, Stephen Carey wrote:
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You will henceforth forever laugh maniacally at any mention of Jamaica =
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My hands were sweating, my knees weak and my heart = taking a few extra beats as I shut the bedroom doors, turned off one = smoke alarm (didn't want fire department here to try my coffee in that = manner).  Was it the new = medicines, they are so tough to tolerate?  I got out my IR2, my hot = mitts, temp probe, scale, and the always important air duct hose to = connect from machine to fan.  = I even remembered to turn on the fan this time. The = sweat went from my nearly hairless, but handsome, head to my brows above = my puppy dog big brown eyes.  = Damn, I forgot the most important thing, my special coffee.  I went to the room with my = stash (and it is becoming a real stash, just ask SMs, they will tell you = about the orders I have placed, two more, at least, on the way.)  I got to my knees, not to = pray, though that would be appropriate, but rather to go through my = stash to where I knew the Panama Auction Lot #2 Mama Cata Gesha = lay.  I, with hands = cramped with both lust and fear, picked up the bag. You can = do this, you can do this, I kept repeating it.  I looked up, as if I didn't = know, the picture of beans at Full City.  I read the description and = the bean temperature, knowing I could only read the mass temperature = with the wire probe, but that was fine, for this was just me and the = bean.  I knew the profile = I wanted to use, knowing, also, that I would cut it off before the end, = or so I thought.  You = see, this had to be me and the bean, not the IR2 and the bean.  I needed to bring to the = stove top, where the machine sits on warm summer nights filled with = tension, my very best.  = My best instincts.  = My eyes had to see the beans, my ears hear past the drone of the = IR2, past the noise of my beating heart which filled my ears to the = point of my ear drums thumping like a war dance, a warning of what was = to come. It would be my eyes, ears, nose, and all the rest of = my senses, plus instinct backed up my little experience.  I wanted the Panama Auction = Lot #2 - Mama Cata Gesha to be the best roast yet, to make Les and Brian = and Ray and Carole, Alchemist John, Larry, Mike, Barry, Rich and even = Tom, plus the many others proud of the man with whom they shared their = inner most roasting secrets and plans. The gloves = went on, the profile chosen, the roast button pressed by the big mitt = hand of the roaster, Stephen. Profile 6 is no secret, it is = basic and allows the roaster to use their senses, they must trust their = senses. Cycle 1 brings the beans to 340F for 2:40 and the = thermometer read 348, not bad.  = The noise died down as we slid into Cycle 2, which is 395F for = 3:25, again the thermometer reading was close, coming in at 399.  With no perceptible change in = machine noise we glided into Cycle 3, my last, other than cool = down.  It runs at 450F = for 2:25. Backing up in this tale of the Gesha the first crack = came at 5:53 into the roast, earlier than I thought, maybe running just = a bit hot did that, but there it was.  First one, then another and = another and it sounded like rolling oil drums down a hill, then it went = away, perhaps a stray now and then. = I waited for the color I wanted and when I saw it, I hit the = "Cool" button with my other oven mitt covered shaking hand.  Which gave me a roast of = 7:00, fast, but it was fine.  = For four long minutes the machine cooled the beans.  When done, I quickly = disassembled it all to get at the chamber.  I took the open chamber and = poured my roast into my colander where I stirred the beans ever so = softly with a wooden spoon. It was time for the bean crunch = and to bag the beans.  = Oh, how the flavors hit my taste buds, stirring them from their = apprehension and bringing them to a life full of chocolate and anise - = how could anise be in a bean?  = Then a true coffee flavor, it was early yet.  Tomorrow would hold surprises = of flavor, no doubt.So, I filled a valve bag after = letting the beans sit for five minutes.  I took my notes on my 26th = roast.  Time to prepare = of number 27, or should I wait so as not to have too much - no, it is = time, the beans will be wonderful and flavorful and they will not be = gifts - no, not this bean, Les has taught me well, this is mine.  Though I shall share a cup = with some friends on Sunday, that is all, it is mine, only mine.  I have others for my friends = and they will like it for it will be good also, just not Panama Auction = Lot #2 - Mama Cata Gesha. homeroast mailing listhttp://li=sts.sweetmarias.com/mailman/listinfo/homeroastTo change your personal list settings (digest = options, vacations, unsvbscribes) go to http://=sweetmarias.com/maillistinfo.html#personalsettings = Sandywww.sass-music.com
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5) From: Stephen Carey
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I am sure I will, Sandy.  Even now, I am laughing at how the roast 
really went, and I am drinking the result of it - only 13 hours 
later, but wow, is it good.
All of the promises of this little bean are true, it rocks and 
rocks.  I can't wait until it rests fully.  And as Les points out, it 
may be some time until we have a good Jamaican on his end.  I am glad 
to hear that the nervousness will leave me and my roasts. Actually, 
with as well as things went last night, I feel good.  And with how 
this bean tastes, well, it is more than I understood it to be.
All the best,
Stephen
At 03:40 AM 9/8/2007, you wrote:
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I am sure I will, Sandy.  Even now, I am laughing at
how the roast really went, and I am drinking the result of it - only 13
hours later, but wow, is it good.
All of the promises of this little bean are true, it rocks and
rocks.  I can't wait until it rests fully.  And as Les points
out, it may be some time until we have a good Jamaican on his end. 
I am glad to hear that the nervousness will leave me and my roasts.
Actually, with as well as things went last night, I feel good.  And
with how this bean tastes, well, it is more than I understood it to
be.
All the best,
Stephen
At 03:40 AM 9/8/2007, you wrote:
You will henceforth forever
laugh maniacally at any mention of Jamaica Blue Mt. or Kopi Luwak.
Welcome to our little secret!
On Sep 7, 2007, at 6:57 PM, Stephen Carey
wrote:
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