That I get to roast all the beans myself in a frying pan!
There are few things in this world that amuse me more than this. I could stand there all day and raost different beans, doing different roasts depending on what people ordered.
How would that work on a street corner?
- Hey man, gimme some coffee!
- Would that be Kenyan or Ethiopian, sir? Or perhaps you recently got a raise in pay, how about these fine Hawaiian beans, sir?
- Yeah, whatever.
- I'll roast some Ethiopian then, sir. How do you want your roast (please say you want a full french roast so I can watch the little beans for a long time... please), sir?
- Medium... I think...
- Very well, sir (coward!). Starts roasting...
- How long is this gonna take?
- Just a few more minutes now, sir. Did you hear that first crack?
- Yeah, you told me all about it just two seconds ago...
- Well, now we're gonna hear the second crack and...
- Aren't those beans looking very dark by now?
- Well, sir, they are but... just listen for that second crack, sir.
- Those beans look too dark, I said wanted medium!
- Sorry about that, sir. I'll have to start all over again.
- No way! I'm not wasting any more time here!
- Ah, but look, sir. Look at the green beans as I start all over again... soon you'll hear whatr is known as first crack... hey, sir where are you going? Hey, come back! It'll be lovely this time, sir. I'll do them just right! Don't go... don't... ah, nevermind him, let's keep looking at these beans...