Coffee has always been a big part of my life – perhaps too big. I started out early in a coffee culture family. Back then we only had drip coffee aka normal black coffee made on machines. Typically quality trumped quality during that time. But my country, Denmark did not really inherit the espresso experience before people started to travel to southern Europe and the overall economy started blooming again after the oil crisis in the early 1970’ties. The Americans ‘discovered’ good coffee much later migrating away from their beloved ‘rose water’ in the pre 2000 with the rise of the Seattle gang of Starbucks among others. Today Americans gladly pay $5+ for a cup of fresh brewed coffee.
Well, a long story short, I bought my first expresso maker back in 1990 and have never gone back. I’ve flirted with automatic and semi-automsric machines over the years but always ended up with more manual machines.
So, yesterday – after many many years of espresso making (and drinking) – I took my first Barista classs. Learning about the green coffee beans, roasting process, the chemical process of making a great espresso and finally learning the art of using milk and steaming.
Of course the Barista world goes much deeper than what a single day of training can cover but drinking the amounts of coffee that I do, I should have done this years ago.
But I guess it’s never too late as they say.