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Coffee…

September 28, 2007

I HATE coffee breath, so I really hardly ever drink coffee.  On rare occasions (usually when I have a caffeine deficiency), I will drink it, but I’m pretty picky.  Coffee drinks (stuff with coffee, milk & sugar) are good from Starbucks, but I don’t like their plain coffee at all.  I need smooth and dark and black - Alterra’s French Roast is my favorite.  Caribou has one that’s pretty awesome, but I don’t remember what the name is.  I’m not sure what my pastor’s wife uses, but it’s really yummy – maybe Gevalia?

 Anyway, I got an email from America’s Test Kitchen today, and they had an article about testing whole coffee beans available from the grocery store, which I never use.  To be honest, I haven’t actually used my coffee pot in about 2 years, but when I was drinking coffee more frequently, I would go to the farmers market by the airport and pick up a pound of Alterra French Roast for my morning fix and a pound of Alterra Espresso Beans for my evening lattes.

So, here’s the article.  It’s kind of long and detailed, but pretty interesting…

Coffee–Tasting Supermarket Whole Bean Coffee

We secretly replaced our tasters’ favorite gourmet coffee with supermarket beans. Could they tell the difference? Our taste tests yielded surprising results.My daily coffee ritual begins promptly at 6:30 A.M., when I plunk down $3 and change for a customized, 15-syllable concoction laced with enough caffeine to get me through half the morning. Hours later, I retrace the two-and-a-half-minute trek from the test kitchen to the local Starbucks coffeehouse, where my dealer (aka barista) starts portioning out my usual fix before I even make it up to the counter.

Trembling with product satisfaction, I stock Starbucks beans at home as well; given my daily routine, it’s quite convenient. Ironically, it’s when the company took the convenience factor up another notch-offering its whole beans at the grocery store-that my eyes began to wander. Amid the instant-coffee “crystals” and the tin cans of preground coffee sat several shelves’ worth of whole-bean coffee brands. Some hailed from other coffeehouses, vying (like Starbucks) for a piece of the lucrative coffee-aisle action; others were straight-ahead supermarket brands, priced per pound at less than what I normally pay for a single iced-venti-no-foam-latte.

Could any of them compete in taste with my old standby? To find out, I bought eight whole-bean coffees at the supermarket. For each brand, I chose the “house blend,” or whatever medium roast was widely available.

Tasters’ Choice(s)
Test kitchen staffers first tried the coffees brewed regular strength. The differences were striking. Some coffees were strong and smoky, others tasted light and “chocolaty,” still others boasted hints of caramel or molasses. For a few of the brands, the tasting sheets overflowed with invective decrying bitter, rancid, or harsh qualities. Most surprising, Starbucks came in not first but fifth out of the eight samples. “Burnt, with a bitter aftertaste,” said one taster. “Like gnawing on charcoal,” said another. Top honors went instead to Green Mountain Roasters and Eight O’Clock, which tasters found complex and well balanced.

By no stretch am I a trained coffee expert, but I also wasn’t convinced that I’ve been blithely sucking down “burnt coffee” twice a day. So I devised one more test–a tasting of coffee with milk. Why? An informal poll revealed that more than two-thirds of the Cook’s staff (including me) add milk to their coffee, and it seemed only fair to try the brands that way, too. So I brewed up eight more pots, added 3/4 cup warmed whole milk to each, and summoned 25 soon-to-be-jittery tasters into the test kitchen for another tour.

Sure enough, preferences changed. This time, Green Mountain and Eight O’Clock, the plain-coffee champs, ended up in the lower ranks–bland and insipid, according to tasters. In contrast, Starbucks landed near the top, along with Millstone and Seattle’s Best, two other fairly assertive coffees. The bitter, burnt notes that had menaced tasters in the first round were suddenly “robust” and “complex” when tempered by the milk. Simply watered down? Not quite. Additional research revealed that the proteins in milk (and cream) bind some of the bitter-tasting phenolic compounds, reducing the bitterness and intensity of the coffee flavor.

Dark Matter
So far I had based my analysis on tasters’ subjective descriptions. But there was a better way. In general, the longer a coffee bean roasts, the darker and more strongly flavored it becomes. Although it’s possible to make a rough comparison of roast darkness by eyeballing alone, experts use an instrument called an Agtron to measure exactly how much light the beans reflect. The higher the Agtron reading (that is, the more light the beans reflect), the lighter the roast: An Agtron reading of 85 would indicate an ultra-light, almost tealike coffee; the darkest French roast out there would be closer to 15.

To find out how roast darkness lined up with taster preference, I sent the samples to a lab that specializes in coffee analysis. The Agtron readings differed markedly. From darkest to lightest: Starbucks (34.9), Millstone (36.5), Seattle’s Best (40.0), Chock Full o’ Nuts (40.3), Green Mountain (48.0), Folgers (48.9), Eight O’Clock (51.4), and Dunkin’ Donuts (59.9).

From this data, I made two important discoveries. First, according to coffee-industry standards, the four darkest coffees in our lineup (Starbucks through Chock Full o’ Nuts) are considered “dark” roasts, while the remaining four (Green Mountain through Dunkin’ Donuts) are “medium.” Second, roast darkness correlated with our tasting-room experience: Green Mountain and Eight O’Clock, both lighter roasts, triumphed in the plain tasting yet proved too mild in the milk round. By contrast, the three darkest roasts (Starbucks, Millstone, and Seattle’s Best) were the milk-round champs.

Still troubling was how to explain Chock Full o’ Nuts, Folgers, and Dunkin’ Donuts–three brands that stubbornly refused to play by the light-roast/dark-roast rules.

Grounds for Dismissal
Luckily, some of the best discoveries happen by accident. The lab I hired to measure roast darkness had included several other tests for the same fee. Most of the data seemed better suited for a coffee dissertation than a magazine article-”package integrity” scores, moisture levels, and so forth. When I reached the last line, however, I noticed an odd-sounding measurement: “6 quakers,” read one report; “1 quaker,” read another. I had no idea what a quaker was, but given that my three problem coffees–Chock Full o’ Nuts (7), Folgers (8), and Dunkin’ Donuts (9)–had the most, I was determined to find out. Turns out, a quaker is coffee-industry jargon for an underdeveloped coffee bean that fails to get sorted out before the roasting stage. Less dense than a regular, mature bean, quakers can wreak havoc on the coffee’s flavor profile, imparting a spoiled taste to the brew. So desirable is quaker-free coffee that beans are graded based on quaker count, and buyers are willing to pay a premium for beans that come up clean in spot tests.

The lab had found quaker counts in our coffees ranging from 0 to 9–based on a 100-gram sample (just over a cup). Do those numbers really matter to the casual coffee drinker? In a word, yes. In a 1-pound (455-gram) bag of Millstone coffee, you would expect to find just 4 1/2 quakers total, while in a 1-pound bag of Dunkin’ Donuts coffee there might be 40.

How much training would I need to identify quakers? None at all, said Mané Alves, the lab’s director. “Open up any bag of [one of the high-quaker-count brands]. You will see them–beans that are lighter colored than the rest.” So I dumped several bags of coffee onto the countertop and, sure enough, the coffee was crawling with them! I began sorting and an hour later had a cupful of quakers. How awful could these pale beans really be? I had my answer minutes later, when I brewed a fresh pot of coffee made entirely from quakers. The smell was putrid enough, but the first taste dispelled any suspicions that quaker count was merely some academic exercise. The experiment isolated a taste I’ve always associated with bad gas-station coffee but conflated (incorrectly) with the burnt taste that comes from leaving the pot on the burner too long. Suffice it to say a quaker is indeed something best avoided.

Beyond roast darkness and quaker count, the experts also acknowledged that the brands in our lineup draw from raw (or “green”) beans of varying quality. But spending a mint on prime beans doesn’t guarantee a tasty brew. For example, says Alves, Starbucks and Seattle’s Best “consistently buy better green beans” than the other brands, but the dark roasting they undergo obscures many of the nuances.

So where did we come out? Turns out it is possible to get good whole-bean coffee at the supermarket, but you may have to spend close to Starbucks prices. Millstone ($7.99 for 11 ounces) and Starbucks ($9.39 for 12 ounces) were our favorite darker roasts, while Green Mountain Roasters ($7.49 for 12 ounces) and Eight O’Clock (a cheap $4.99 for 13 ounces) were the best for light-roast fans and those that drink their coffee black.

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Not your typical girl…

September 17, 2007

I am not your typical girl.  In fact, I think the girliest thing I do is get my hair highlighted.  I’m rarely crafty.  I like to look nice, but I’m not obesessed with fashion.  Making creative meals AND sticking to a budget?  Nope.  Steel Magnolias irritates me. 

I like being outside.  I like camping – even if I have to pee in the woods.  I like being in, on or under water.  I like fishing and I put my own worms on my hook.  I like doing home improvement projects, just not the demo & clean up (thanks, Dad).  I like doing things outside, and I don’t get bored quickly outside.  I can kayak all day one day and barely be able to move my arms when I go to bed, and want to spend the entire next day on the river again – and I don’t ask where the mile markers on the river are (seriously, someone we went with once did this).  I can get up at 4:00 to go fishing and fish until mid-morning WITHOUT TALKING.  Yes, I know it’s shocking, but girls are capable of this.

So, I would like to officially express my interest in learning to shoot a shotgun.  About a year or two ago, I saw some lady on Outdoor Wisconsin go grouse hunting and I want to do that.  With a dog, not with Dick Cheney.  I want to be good at shooting clays.  I even asked my brother, who’s usually my outdoor adventure partner, if he’d be interested in taking a workshop through the DNR and he’s not interested.  I don’t think my dad has ever gone hunting, so he’s not the person to ask.  However, our church does this really cool yearly men’s event called the Men’s Shoot-Out when they all get together and turn into Tim Allen and shoot clay pigeons.  I understand that they’d like to keep this to men only, and I understand they need that bonding time.  BUT, I’d like to express my interest in adding a second date for a mens/womens shoot-out.  I would not be in favor of a “couples shoot-out” as previously suggested, as that could leave out those of us who do not belong to an “us.”  I would go.  I would probably rearrange my schedule to make sure I could go.  And, contrary to popular belief, I would shoot for more than 10 minutes.  In fact, I’ll commit right now to at least an hour.  I probably won’t be able to feel my shoulder or lift the gun by the end of an hour, but you have to start somewhere.

So, Mr. G…whaddya think?

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I’m so glad I know my destiny.

September 17, 2007

I’m so glad I know where I’m going when I die.  I don’t have to obsess about death, I don’t have to worry that some freak medical thing is going to take my life instantly.  I don’t have to worry.  This is really evident at work today.  One of my co-workers lost his wife this weekend.  Within half an hour of a screaming headache coming on, she was unconscious and never woke up before she was taken off life support yesterday afternoon.  She was 31, in perfect health with 3 little kids (6, 4, 2) and had a golf ball size aneurism.  I don’t know for sure, but I’m very doubtful that she knew Christ, and that makes this even sadder.

I always get a little nervous in these situations because I feel like I’m going to be forced to defend God’s decision.  It pretty much came down to that this morning, with someone looking me right in the eye and saying, “I don’t understand how God could take someone like this – it’s not fair, it’s not right.  I even went to church yesterday to pray about this.”  Any suggestions?  I know where my future is, and I believe in the sovereignty of God, even when it’s not fun or I don’t get it.  I understand that God doesn’t “think” the way humans think, and we’re putting Him in a box if we try to project that trait on Him.  How do you explain that to someone who only blames God when bad things happen, but when everything is hunky-dory, it’s all because of their efforts?

 All I can do is pray for my co-worker and pray for his kids and pray for my co-workers.  Wow…