The following is a tale of friendship, beating the lockdowns, going head to head with the challenges, and coffee!
Introduction
If your primary interest in reading this post is to learn the intricacies of roasting coffee, then I’m confident you would do well to go online and learn from the experts. As well, exquisite coffee roasting probably doesn’t happen over an outdoor wood fire where inconsistencies abound. However, you may be intrigued to discover a host of other worthy reasons to indulge in this somewhat adventurous outdoor pursuit.
Coffee roasting emerged as an afterthought to the boredom and separation resulting from the mid-March executive orders from Anchorage’s mayor. Without knowing many details of the expanse and dangers of the CCP virus most of us cautiously complied as we didn’t want to advance the seeming high morbidity rates coming out of China, Italy, and other highly affected countries.
It wasn’t long before we began questioning the numbers, held up alongside the executive orders, and we began looking for ways to beat the isolation and come together to wrestle with the serious questions of the day.
I’m rather a novice at this coffee roasting, but don’t let that dissuade you. You may find my short journey to success more than interesting. Know from the start that my primary goal here is to get you to try wood fired coffee roasting, and in the process discover a host of reasons to continue this rich and rewarding pursuit.
My personal assumption has long been that coffee roasting is a complex process and success is not easily attained. I still think that’s partially true, if, you insist on identifying all ten stages of taking a bean from pale green – to khaki tan, lite brown, “snap”, medium brown, flying husks, dark brown, “crackle”, more husks, final “pop” – to the rich oily dark roasted black. I wasn’t sure I even wanted to master all of that. Just give me a hearty cup of dark roasted coffee.
I think the other half of that assumption is that the successful coffee roaster will end up being able to produce at least three, maybe four identifiable roasts that will keep all your unique friends, male and female, sophisticated and not so, satisfied that their tastes have been met. Personally, that’s not my goal, but I have an Alaskan back-country solution for that which I’ll come back to later in the article.
Backstory
But I’m getting ahead of myself. There is a backstory and we can thank covid for that. Yes, there are at least one or two blessings from the virus “disaster”, but credit those to innovative and determined people, not the CCP.
Somewhere around early April I tired of, no, I became totally fed up with the idea of some faceless persons ordering me to stay indoors and quarantined for my own protection (which I never complied with), and one morning I wandered back to our sizable firewood pile and began pulling off the less choice pieces. Time to cycle through this resource.
We live on the edge of Alaska’s largest city where there’s nearly unlimited wood sources from either construction site prep or regular 60 – 80 mph winds coming off Cook Inlet. Previous owners of our home were gatherers and when we arrived in our neighborhood, four years ago, they had accumulated nearly 15 cords of firewood. Time for some occasional friendly fires. Great for preppers, even better for folks determined to come together; appropriately distanced of course.
Small Talk/Hard Questions
Friendly fires meant getting back to some regular relationships, and due to weeks of restrictions I soon found a few friends who were as ready as I was to gather and wrestle with our current situation.
Okay, I’m not much of a small talker, and after a half cup of coffee I’m done with chit chat and ready to push into something meaningful. Why do I store so much wood and am I thinking Armageddon? A few of our close friends know the answer to those questions. Others were just starting to know us.
Do you gather and store firewood? Well, why not? Don’t you have a way to heat with wood? What if this lockdown thing becomes a way of life? Who’s going to pay for the economic mess? Awe, I don’t think it’ll ever get dealt with. Yah, but if it really does hit the fan. . . . And the conversation goes silent. I don’t think you can hear those questions for the first time and not squirm a bit.
About that time my wife emerged from the house carrying a tray ladened with a french press of hot coffee and bread fresh from the oven – not an exaggeration. She has the gift of hospitality and it doesn’t quit. On top of that 90% of what she bakes is from home ground flour made from grain we’ve had in storage for 20 years. Oh, I should mention the blueberry jam picked and processed at our wilderness cabin, a good part of a day’s travel to the north.
It didn’t take two weeks for our discussion fires to grow and increase in frequency. Curiosity brought neighbors, which often included kids who love hot chocolate and surprisingly enjoyed just sitting and listening to adults. With that we eventually noted a subtle lifting of the “covid haze”, most likely the result of what we know as true fellowship, the “sharing of all things in common.”Continue reading“Wood-Fired Coffee Roasting – Part 1, by J.P.”