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Topic: my first crash and burn (11 msgs / 293 lines)
1) From: Stephen Carey
So, here I am, ready for a number of roasts so I can send out a pound 
of CR Vino de Arabia to my mothers, she loves the bean.  I can roast 
it and overnight it on Monday.  It will still be fine for she knows 
how to freeze just the right amount for a roast.  Normally, I do it 
on a weeknight, but I am slammed at work and it is tonight or in two weeks.
I use my IR2.  My 36th roasts starts with 5.5 oz  of beans in the 
chamber, all is going well.  I do have one problem I have never 
fixed.  My stove, on which the IR2 sits is not even.  So, I try to 
tilt it.  This time, as I am near the first crack, my mind is more on 
how I can get the IR2 even, for holding like I do truly burns my 
hands through oven mitts.   I go to grab a small dish towel.  I get 
it, but as I do the big thumb on the mitt (this is like working with 
big foots hands) hits the cool cycle button.  I stop the machine and 
try to start the roast over, but I realize I did the wrong thing.  I 
should have hit one of the pre-sets on the IR2, one of them stays at 
one high temperature.  Instead I go back to the profile I use for 
this bean, which in the right circumstance works well.  I can see 
this is not going to work, the smoke smells stringent, not pleasant 
as I let a bit escape from the dryer duct, the beans are getting 
darker but no crack.  I stop the machine, my heart racing with fear, 
confusion and a bit of loss.  I killed the beans.  I can't save 
them.  They can't be brought back.  There is no CPR on a bean mass 
which is partially torched, smelly, and just looks dead.  It had none 
of the life that freshly roasted beans do.
I had to chuck them out.  I gathered the cats, we circled the trash 
can, I sang  a song of loss, the cats looked up at me with that: when 
can I get out of here, like they get when my mind is going.  I feel 
the loss, the heavy weight of this tragedy.  Tom did so much 
work.  Derek and others packaged them and got the beans to UPS.  My 
UPS guy got them here just fine, and then, my first portion from the 
5 pound bag I lead to death, not the life that only a well roasted 
bean can know and understand.  We are all less for their loss, I am 
poorer for their death.  The cats think I am daft and that is all 
they think other than, "do you have to turn on that loud machine again?"
Yes, I do.  No matter the loss, no matter the pain, I have to bring 
the other beans to nirvana of a beans life, a perfect, or close to 
it, roast, so one day they may feel the grinder crush them not to 
death but to a new beginning.  They feel the burs hit like we feel a 
great massage.  Then they can smell the wonderful odor of being a 
fraction of the size.  Then the hot water and steam bathes their 
bodies and the let out the coffee flavor that fulfills us, sustains 
us, makes us feel so good.  For us the beans do that and I have 
broken that chain by killing them, depriving them of that chance.
I feel bad, for roast number 36 goes down as a killer roast, a 
massacre, a futile effort to better the life of others and there were 
major casualties.  As your head hits the pillow tonight think of the 
lost beans, do them that honor, please.  Don't hate me for this, I am 
a good person, I really am.  Now, I must go and get back on that 
metaphorical horse and bring the beans to a fine roast.  Yes, Stephen 
can do it, he must.  Let life go on for the baby beans.
Stephen

2) From: Les
Stephen,
If it helps, we have all been there!  I have Char bucked a few roasts.
However I do redeem the special beans from Tom.  I keep a Yogurt container
near my grinder and knock the chute grounds into it each morning before
grinding.  The sacrificial 10-20 beans go in there each morning too.  When
the quart container is full, it becomes the "Awesome Special Home Roast"
that everyone (exclude Becky and me) at church thinks is some of the best
coffee they have ever had!  So I hope my confession and redemption of that
which would go in the trash might ease your pain.
Les
On 9/22/07, Stephen Carey  wrote:
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3) From: Stephen Carey
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That is a brilliant idea for my Sunday night group meeting here at my 
house.  They will drink anything.
Thanks,
Stephen
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That is a brilliant idea for my Sunday night group meeting here at my
house.  They will drink anything.
Thanks,
Stephen
At 08:01 PM 9/22/2007, you wrote:
Stephen,
If it helps, we have all been there!  I have Char bucked a few
roasts.  However I do redeem the special beans from Tom.  I
keep a Yogurt container near my grinder and knock the chute grounds into
it each morning before grinding.  The sacrificial 10-20 beans go in
there each morning too.  When the quart container is full, it
becomes the "Awesome Special Home Roast" that everyone (exclude
Becky and me) at church thinks is some of the best coffee they have ever
had!  So I hope my confession and redemption of that which would go
in the trash might ease your pain. 
 
Les
 
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4) From: Rich
Les, you are talking about the casting of pearls before swine issue here, be careful.  Talk about your 
slippery slope....
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From: Les
Date: Sat, 22 Sep 2007 17:01:10 -0700
Stephen,
If it helps, we have all been there!  I have Char bucked a few roasts.  However I do redeem the special 
beans from Tom.  I keep a Yogurt container near my grinder and knock the chute grounds into it each 
morning before grinding.  The sacrificial 10-20 beans go in there each morning too.  When the quart 
container is full, it becomes the "Awesome Special Home Roast" that everyone (exclude Becky and me) 
at church thinks is some of the best coffee they have ever had!  So I hope my confession and 
redemption of that which would go in the trash might ease your pain. 
Les
On 9/22/07, Stephen Carey  wrote: So, here I am, ready for a number of 
roasts so I can send out a pound
of CR Vino de Arabia to my mothers, she loves the bean.  I can roast 
it and overnight it on Monday.  It will still be fine for she knows
how to freeze just the right amount for a roast.  Normally, I do it
on a weeknight, but I am slammed at work and it is tonight or in two weeks. 
I use my IR2.  My 36th roasts starts with 5.5 oz  of beans in the
chamber, all is going well.  I do have one problem I have never
fixed.  My stove, on which the IR2 sits is not even.  So, I try to
tilt it.  This time, as I am near the first crack, my mind is more on 
how I can get the IR2 even, for holding like I do truly burns my
hands through oven mitts.   I go to grab a small dish towel.  I get
it, but as I do the big thumb on the mitt (this is like working with
big foots hands) hits the cool cycle button.  I stop the machine and 
try to start the roast over, but I realize I did the wrong thing.  I
should have hit one of the pre-sets on the IR2, one of them stays at
one high temperature.  Instead I go back to the profile I use for
this bean, which in the right circumstance works well.  I can see 
this is not going to work, the smoke smells stringent, not pleasant
as I let a bit escape from the dryer duct, the beans are getting
darker but no crack.  I stop the machine, my heart racing with fear,
confusion and a bit of loss.  I killed the beans.  I can't save 
them.  They can't be brought back.  There is no CPR on a bean mass
which is partially torched, smelly, and just looks dead.  It had none
of the life that freshly roasted beans do.
I had to chuck them out.  I gathered the cats, we circled the trash 
can, I sang  a song of loss, the cats looked up at me with that: when
can I get out of here, like they get when my mind is going.  I feel
the loss, the heavy weight of this tragedy.  Tom did so much
work.  Derek and others packaged them and got the beans to UPS.  My 
UPS guy got them here just fine, and then, my first portion from the
5 pound bag I lead to death, not the life that only a well roasted
bean can know and understand.  We are all less for their loss, I am
poorer for their death.  The cats think I am daft and that is all 
they think other than, "do you have to turn on that loud machine again?"
Yes, I do.  No matter the loss, no matter the pain, I have to bring
the other beans to nirvana of a beans life, a perfect, or close to 
it, roast, so one day they may feel the grinder crush them not to
death but to a new beginning.  They feel the burs hit like we feel a
great massage.  Then they can smell the wonderful odor of being a
fraction of the size.  Then the hot water and steam bathes their 
bodies and the let out the coffee flavor that fulfills us, sustains
us, makes us feel so good.  For us the beans do that and I have
broken that chain by killing them, depriving them of that chance.
I feel bad, for roast number 36 goes down as a killer roast, a 
massacre, a futile effort to better the life of others and there were
major casualties.  As your head hits the pillow tonight think of the
lost beans, do them that honor, please.  Don't hate me for this, I am 
a good person, I really am.  Now, I must go and get back on that
metaphorical horse and bring the beans to a fine roast.  Yes, Stephen
can do it, he must.  Let life go on for the baby beans.
Stephen

5) From: Lynne Biziewski
Thank you Stephen for another great post! Reminded me of the poem I
posted when I first started homeroasting - it was an ode to my (dearly
departed) Whirly-Pop. It had a short, yet brilliant life - you might say it
went out with a whizz-bang, after giving me many sweet & wonderful
months of bliss...
Lynne

6) From: Floyd Lozano
If I sang a song of loss every time I wrecked a roast I'd have no voice.
It's a good thing that's only like 3 bucks worth of beans!  I blew an entire
pound, 63 grams at a time, of the El Salvador CoE #2 Los Planes.  From this
I learned - don't learn on a $22 a pound coffee.  Invest in a RK drum and
crash and burn like a pro ;) (not at all a knock on the drum, rather the
'loose nut' in front of the grill as Mr. Dove might say!)
-F
On 9/22/07, Stephen Carey  wrote:
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7) From: Eddie Dove
And Mr. Dove has done loose nut impersonations in front of the grill
... forgot to put the pin back in the RK Drum once upon a time ...
2 pounds of green beans can make some beautiful flames ... ahhh the colors ...
I recall voicing something, but I don't think I broke out in song.
Eddie
-- 
Vita non est vivere sed valere vita est
Roasting Blog and Profiles for the Gene Cafehttp://southcoastcoffeeroaster.blogspot.com/On 9/22/07, Floyd Lozano  wrote:
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8) From: Dave Kvindlog
I think it's more like "casting swine before pearls" in this case...
;-)
Dave
On 9/22/07, Rich  wrote:
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9) From: Brian Kamnetz
I think Les is talking about the casting of (coffee) slop before
(coffee) swine.... (not that there's anything WRONG with being happy
with dreck....)
Brian
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10) From: Les
Brian you are right on!  The thing is they don't know that it is
dreck!  I just filled another container and will be taking it to
church this morning.
Les
On 9/23/07, Brian Kamnetz  wrote:
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11) From: Larry Johnson
If it makes you feel any better, I once dropped, tried to catch, then flung
about 3/4 lb. of perfectly, freshly, roasted La Magnolia across my deck and
into my back yard. If that was a song I was singing, then it was something
from Ozzy Osbourne.
On 9/22/07, Stephen Carey  wrote:
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Larry J


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