Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Coffee, and the Art of French Press

I think coffee is a magic elixir. It has the ability to enliven the heart, mind, and even soul. Through my many years of enjoying it, I've found that at its peak, it can be so good that it's other-worldly. I like to imagine The J.C. Himself drinking amazing coffee with His disciples, although I'm not sure if history would confirm this. I understand he was more of a "wine guy". Coffee has such range in flavor, aroma, and smell that every experience will be different. In its lowest form, I liken it to drinking ratty bong water...


















You see, not all coffee plants are created equal. Nor are the processes by which to brew the good stuff. You could take a pound of private estate-grown Kona that was cultivated in meticulously pH tested volcanic soil and costs you $30 per bag, then annihilate it by brewing it improperly. There are so many options out there ranging from the standard Mr. Coffee drip machine to the new-age joints that not only grind the beans and brew it, but they purify the darn water and are synched to the World Atomic Clock to brew within +/- 2 seconds of accuracy for your entire natural existence.

However, there is one smart and savvy method for brewing coffee that has been around for ages which many people overlook. It takes the basic ingredients (grounds, hot water, patience) and amalgamates them to create by far the most pure and outstanding product. That is the glorious utensil called the French press!

















Surprisingly simple, this device can yield coffee so good you'll want to write about it in your journal, praise it during your buddy's wedding ceremony, etc. But before going any further, I think it's important to add a disclaimer... I LOVE strong coffee. The bolder and blacker, the better; like the Malcom X of java. Using a French press is not for the weak of palate or the weak of heart. Literally, if you have some kind of heart condition you may not want to use this. The caffeine could take you down.

So why French press? The magic is that it captures the most "essence" of the ground coffee and keeps it right in your cup. Machines that use a metal cone or paper filter trap much of the essential oil that gives coffee its aroma and flavor characteristics. They also "rain" hot water over the grounds, which can miss a large amount of the coffee's brewing potential. A French press ensures every little granule of coffee is surrounded by hot water, brewing it to perfection. It also allows the most coffee bean oil to be retained, while keeping the larger grounds out of your brew.

Using the French press is a step-process:
1) Obtain good coffee that is ground for a press. This is crucial. If the grounds are too fine, you'll have an impossible time pressing and a lot of sediment will end up in your brew. If the grounds are too coarse, you're missing surface area that the water can touch.
2) Measure the grounds into glass vessel. Most "institutions" recommend 2Tbsp for every 6fl. oz. If you like your brew stronger, go nuts, pile it in. I like to use about 3x-4x more than suggested to make something with high-octane power.
3) Boil your cold, clean water. Use filtered water if you can for best results. I also advocate using an electric water boiler. My lovely girlfriend bought me a Toastmaster electric kettle for Christmas and it takes care of business. Uses less energy than heating on the stove top and is much faster.
4) Add the boiling water to the grounds. STIR! You have to stir or you won't have a good solution of water/grounds. After stirring, put the lid on and wait 4-5 minutes. If you don't wait long enough you get a weak brew that lacks depth of flavor. If you wait too long, your brew can become bitter and also lose heat.
5) Pour that sucker and enjoy!!!!!!!1!111!!!!

Yes, this is a pain in the rear the first few times you do it. You'll be frustrated... you'll make a weak brew or too strong of a brew. You'll be confused of how to use the darn thing or get sick of waiting. You'll want to swear off the French press and go running back to your automatic drip machine. Just like you ran back to your high school sweetheart when he/she broke up with you after prom thanks to too many Mikes Hard Lemonades and bad decision making. Just hang in there.


















Once you hit your stride and find your personal brew-zone, you will never EVER want to go back to traditional methods. Your senses will be wide-open to receive the full potential of any coffee variety you desire. Flowers will bloom brighter, birds will sing sweeter, and many rainbows will descend from a sunny, cloudless sky. It will be that good. You'll definitely have a hard time drinking the brown water most people would like to pass off as coffee. In fact, you'll probably find it downright repulsive. To keep this impostor from bumming your caffeinated high, here's a short list of places I've found bad coffee. Use it as a guide and feel free to add your own so the general public can be more informed:

- Bank lobbies
- Automotive service stations (i.e Jiffy Lube, Grease Monkey)
- Most hotel entries and in-room makers (excluding Hampton Inn, they have surprisingly decent brew)
- Gas stations (their stuff may not even categorically be called coffee)
- Corporate office kitchens (exception for those with espresso makers)
- Apartment leasing offices
- Denny's

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Proof that Kids Today Have Awesome Lives

X-Boxes.
iPhones.
Kid-sized snowboards.

The list goes on. As if you needed more evidence that kids today are living in a Golden Age...
























Where were the radical Acapulco cliff diving tee shirts when I was growing up?!

Apartment Livin'

I moved in with Emily and Adin to their Lakewood apartment home almost two weeks ago. Amazing how time flies. Here I am, thinking it was last weekend when really it was the 1st of May.

I have to say, we three have been sharing the 675 sq.ft. place pretty well since the move. Wrap your mind around that number... "six-seventy-five square feet". For two grown adults, and one three year-old boy. Before moving in, I was really concerned about that measurement. I didn't think it was at all possible to compress myself and my lifestyle down to that size. Worrying about Emily and Adin having to make compromises for me and all my random "gear" made me think the experience would be like living in a Shanghai eggcrate sky rise.
























But since settling in, we have all been doing very well. In fact, there are some real perks to apartment living that I never appreciated before:

#1 - We have a pool. That's right, the most noteworthy feature of this complex and also a mark of distinction is that we have a lovely in-ground swimming pool right near us. Think of how much time, money, and frustration it would require to install a swimming pool at one's own home? I was blessed enough to move into a place with one already there. YAHTZEE!
#2 - When you have such small space, it's easy to move around and find what you need. Even with meticulous organization, everything is pretty much within your sight by default. It's like an I-Spy game for kids.
"I spy something with two wheels", "it's the bicycle in the corner of the living room!"
"I spy something plastic and black", "it's the 128-piece tool set, also in the living room!"
"I spy something rectangle and cozy", "it's... it's my bed in the living room too? wtf!" (kidding! we're not THAT cramped)
The other benefit of this is; have you ever left the house and remembered you left your car keys on the night stand all the way upstairs? Super-annoying. With the apartment, I'm never more than 9.5 steps away from anything I've forgotten.
#3 - In an apartment, you're hardly the strangest person around. When you live in a house with roommates, they are your social network. Bam, right there, in your space, all the time. They get to survey your daily activities, style of dress, and behavior. Let me tell you, some of the stuff you find "normal" is probably pretty weird to them. But when you live in an apartment, you can breathe a sigh of relief that your habit of pounding kids' cereal from a mixing bowl with a soup ladle doesn't hold a candle to the woman in a muumuu walking her three cats on leashes. Or the guy in jorts and no less than six sweatbands using the "fitness center" between 10-11p each night. And those are just the next-door neighbors.
#4 - Fantastic surprises! Apartment complexes are rife with everyday smile-makers. Whether it's coming home to find a Community Calendar for May taped to your door, or a fresh Yellow Book, something is bound to give you a lil' spring in your step. "The Management" does a nice job making the residents feel wanted, but let's not overlook that the other residents want to make one another feel awesome too. Just the other day, I came back to find someone had written a special message on the concrete outside our building...

















You see, that right there is what I'm talking about. One of our friendly neighbors just giving me a little reminder that I like Dave Chappelle, and to download some of his shows. And Good Day to you too, sir or madam!
#5 - Landscaping. That's right folks, who doesn't have to spend weekends slaving away operating gas-powered everything from mowers and edgers to trimmers and leaf-blowers? This guy right here! The Management has a platoon of guys cruising the property every day, making sure any rogue blade of grass standing 1/8" higher than the rest gets whacked down instantly. I feel devilishly guilty to just kick back and enjoy the product.

These are just some of the reasons why I'm loving the apartment lifestyle. I'm sure in time, other benefits will be revealed. But you know, one of the most important metrics of my apartment living experience is how satisfied my girlfriend and her son are of ME. It's important to me that I constantly evaluate my performance and make improvements where necessary. I'm pretty proud to say that I've been on-point so far.

In a recent unbiased survey using a Likert scale of 1= poor to 10=exceptional, Emily responded to the following about me:
Laundry-doing ability: 9
Bed-making ability: 9.5
Dinner-making ability: 10
Being a "good example for Adin" ability: 8.5
Vacuuming ability: 9
Bed-time story reading ability: 9.5
Mother's Day flower-giving ability: 10

That's a 9.36 average in the first two weeks, what you know about that?! I acknowledge some work needs to be done in the "being a good example" category. That probably has something to do with racing shopping carts with Adin in the Kohl's parking lot last week.

Knowing Emily is stoked is only half of the big picture though. I asked Adin the other night after a great bed-time story reading session what he thought of my progress...

















Classic Adin; he is a man of few words sometimes. At first I was concerned because I understood that gesture to be a sign of disapproval. But then I got on urbandictionary.com that night and found that when it's pointed down, it's all good... HIGH FIVE!

Being a great family member and making sure those two are happy is the wind in my sails.

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Sunday, May 9, 2010

A Big Leap... First Grocery Trip Together

I really think the most binding element of any family unit is their food. Nothing else has a greater ability to unite, provide sustenance for heart and soul, and be opportunity for socialization as sharing a meal together. I'm sure as hunter gatherers, early humans joined one another to collectively increase their chances of getting their life-giving sustenance. Today like our ancestors, Emily, Adin, and I went on a tribal forage.

Specifically we went to Costco.

Let me start by saying, just... "wow". If you really want to feel overwhelmed or overstimulated, the appropriate venue isn't a rock concert or NFL stadium, it's Costco. The human circus is in full-effect, with everyone showcasing their unique talents and abilities:
 - The mom juggling three wailing kids while pushing a metric ton of groceries in her cart.
- The middle aged guy who makes direct eye contact with you for 50 feet and still inevitably plows his cart into yours like he never saw you coming, and then is completely astonished
- The elderly couple making their weekly outing to a big-box volume merchandiser to buy ONE singular item
So Em, Adin and I made our first pilgrimage to Costco as a little fam, no doubt to become our own extension of the sideshow.

I have been to grocery clubs many times. But never has this task carried such gravity. Usually I had gone in to purchase as much lunchmeat, bread, pasta and sauce that would sustain life while leaving a large stash of dough for "refreshments" on Snowriders Club trips. This time, I went with two very different goals in mind. The first being to show respect to my girlfriend and entertain she and her son's wants/needs in food choices (if I had it my way, I would load up on Cheerios, Clif Bars, and turkey burgers and call it good). The second goal was to get in and out, quick as possible, before going "critical mass" and wigging out from all the other people in our space.

The real draw for the rabid crowds is that big-boxers do an incredible job at making you feel like you cannot pass up an amazing deal at that specific moment in time. They are like the car dealers of things you put in your mouth. Cruise down any isle and you can hear the shrill cries of one spouse to another, extolling their great finds:
"Honey, Honey! Jesus they have 20lb bags of Washington apples for $7.49!"
"Dear, do you think we need the 250 or 450 count box of gallon-size ziplock freezer bags?"
"Jill, what decade do you think we'll be in by the time we're through this storage-locker sized box of Bisquick?"
Though I make casual fun while I'm sitting here by myself, I admit we were there for the same reason. We sought great deals for large quantities of the things we use every day. Still, through the entire experience I was pretty much picturing...

















As we shopped, I was nervous that my structured buying habits, dialed in from years of being single and eating from a functional standpoint, would clash with Emily's sheer excitement to look at all the options. I had really wanted to make a recovery mission of this, but the more time we spent going through the seemingly daunting process, the more I realized every part of it had become what I thought gathering food should be. I was spending time bonding with my new fam, learning about their likes and dislikes, making compromises, joking and laughing, and thinking about the meals we would make together.

By the time we reached the final few miles of our shopping marathon, I noticed that most of the crowd had receded. We were then one of only a few remaining crews in the place, and like a calm beach after a hurricane dare I say, it was almost... pleasant. We checked out at a friendly younger guy's aisle while chatting it up with an older woman who wore weightlifter's gloves. Flash the receipt to the door-checkers and BAM, done. Back to the car to dock our cargo in the hold and head back home.

















I consider our first family trip to the store to be a success.

Friday, May 7, 2010

The Bike Life (part 2)

Being unemployed, I decided this past weekend that I'd start helping Emily in the morning by getting Adin to school. Consistent with my newly-adopted bicycle lifestyle, the most sensible way for me to do this was using his InStep bicycle chariot Emily got at Target. I mentioned this sweet whip in my last post, but allow me to illustrate...

















It's surprisingly easy to set up, attach to my bike, and tow. Adin loves this thing, and treats it as his personal chauffeur/road fort. It's become my "daily driver" for the boy. Most moms and dads have a minivan, so I consider this my Dodge Caravan (that's O.G. for those of us who grew up in the 90's!)  

The real magic of this voyage is where we travel to, and the fact that it's my first activity in the morning after breakfast.

*Sidebar about breakfast*... I'm a breakfast fanatic. Let me emphasize: FANATIC. I have to eat a big breakfast right after waking up or I Hulk out. This always consists of a mixing bowl-sized vessel of Cheerios with skim milk and a banana cut over it, a tall glass of orange juice, an egg/ham/cheese bagel sandwich (Thomas' 100% whole wheat bagels), and maybe a Yoplait Light yogurt cup if I'm feelin' it. All of this is followed up with a massive French-pressed coffee (no less than 20oz) and I am ready to hammer out the day. I've been eating breakfast like this for years.

Our apartment is at the top of a fairly large hill on Green Mountain, Lakewood. When we set out for Adin's school, the first leg of the trip is a steep hill. Even towing the chariot, I can send it on the bike. This sets a false sense of "easy rider" for the trip to school, because the next looong stretch is all uphill. So tanked-up on coffee, with Adin in tow, I'm cycling like a madman to keep the stoke up for about 2 miles. It's a beautiful part of the city though, since you can see all of the Front Range and downtown Denver and the neighborhoods are really nice.

When we arrive at his school, he's all excited for breakfast. Specifically, he's amped out of his mind for chocolate muffins. Every parent and their kid who sees our ride does a quick spot-check and I can tell they're thinking, "jeez... why aren't we doing that?". It really makes me think about the convenience tradeoff between vehicles and bikes, and how easy it is to choose the quick trip over the quality time that takes effort.

So in the past week, we've made this trip four times (M, Tu, W, Th). I plan to keep it up, while looking for other ways to use the chariot for transportation and errands. On Tuesday after dropping him off, I cruised down to King Soopers and picked up groceries...
















I thought I had over-shopped for the amount the chariot could hold, but the volume of that bad boy really surprised me. This could unlock all sorts of potential summer jobs for me without a car. One of my small business ideas...
















We'll see how this entrepreneurship of mine pans out. In the meantime it's great exercise, opportunity to spend time bonding with Adin, and less reliance on a car. The bike life will be continued for sure.

Link to the morning home>school>home ride - (http://whassupwithtrex.blogspot.com/2010/05/mapmyridecom-general-road-cycling_07.html)

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