I am not a decider. I pore over pizza menus, and the choices dance before
me. Pineapple and prosciutto? Pepperoni and pepperoncini? Imagine then my
horror, my anguish, my crippling anxiety every week as I open my cabinets,
the ones that hold my 30+ varieties of green coffees and wonder, what will I
roast this day? Will I want chocolates, hazelnuts, plums or mangoes?
Bananas or strawberries? Limes or lemons, blueberries or tobacco? They
taunt me, cajole me, beckon me. Roast me! I am your ideal coffee! No, me,
how better a way to greet the day than with my complex aromas and flavors!
I reach for one bag, then another, no, yet again, this one, no! The other!
Curse you, little green devils!
On Dec 11, 2007 10:15 AM, Bryan Wray wrote: