"It's very tea-like," Julie, my nephew Victor's fiancée, said thoughtfully.
I nodded and sipped my own coffee, considering her comment. Victor, his brother Treat, and I love coffee, and we love a taste test, too. That's why the morning after Thanksgiving found us weighing the Ethiopian beans Victor had brought from Germany and brewing them two ways —pour-over and Aeropress. We served the coffee in pairs of the dozens of tiny juice glasses our rental house came equipped with, soliciting impressions from anyone in the family interested in a blind tasting.
The end results as to which was better were mixed, although every taster was able to distinguish a difference of details between the two preparations. Treat poured his together, then declared that the best cup of coffee would have to be prepared both ways and mixed.
As for the tea comment, it stuck with me. For the last couple of weeks, I, an inveterate coffee and cream drinker, have switched to black, the better to appreciate the nuance of my brew. It's been fun, especially since we splurged on a coffee Advent calendar again and have enjoyed a different bean every day since December 1.
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