Month: October 2011

  • Brew Guide: Chemex

    Brew Guide: Chemex

    It’s a thing of beauty. So beautiful in fact, that over 70 years ago it was added to the collection by the Museum of Modern Art. It can also be found in the Smithsonian and the Philadelphia Museum of Art. A science experiment and a piece of art all at once, the Chemex is a type of pour over drip brewing system that was created by German born American Peter Schlumbohm in 1941. With all this beauty you have to ask yourself… is it functional? The Chemex is a well rounded creation. Beautiful, functional and affordable.

    But is this beautiful beast THE BEST way to prepare coffee? That question really isn’t fair, since there are a million and one brewing methods out there.  It’s kind-of like asking if Ferrari is the best car for racing. Of course it is…. depending on the track.  But if you can somehow get to know a guy who has some micro-lots of Burundi coffee, this is quite possibly the best way to get the most out of Burundi’s raspberry, caramel and citrus finishing beans. Having a Chemex and a Burr hand grinder has allowed us to have great tasting coffee on the (very frequent) mornings when there is no electricity here in Burundi. Get a fire going for some hot water and you are away.

    Here’s my Chemex brewing method:

    Start by boiling a kettle of water. Grab your Chemex, your beans, and a filter (Chemex filters). The filter does matter. Although we are currently using unbleached filters, many believe that the slight taste advantage belongs to a Chemex brewed while using oxidized filters. The vote is this produces a less “papery” tasting coffee.

    Place the filter in the Chemex with the doubled up portion of the filter in front of the spout.

    Pour the boiled water over the paper to rinse the filter.  This not only rinses any flavor taints out of the filter,  but will also serve to pre-heat your Chemex. We believe around 8 oz. of just boiled water will do the trick, but many believe you should rinse the filter with as much as 16 oz. of water or even an excessive 32 oz!

    Next is the most important step.  Grind freshly roasted coffee.  I use one 12g scoop for every cup of coffee I’m making. In this case I used 6 scoops of coffee for my 6 cup Chemex.  If you don’t have a fancy plastic scoop, it’s about one heaping tablespoon of beans per cup.  You can use pre-ground coffee, but you will loose so much of the magic that you might as well be making instant coffee.  The grind should be set between a filter setting and a French press courseness.

    It should be just fine enough that when you just barely wet the grounds no liquid drips through.

    Empty the hot water from your pre-heated Chemex, place your wet filter back on the Chemex, and pour in the ground coffee.
    Now is time for what coffee geeks like to call “the bloom”.

    Re-boil the kettle if necessary (after wetting the filter) and pour just enough off boiled water (30 seconds from boiling is approximately the right temperature, but play around with this depending on what coffee you are using) onto the grounds to wet them.

    This wetting of the grounds helps in achieving a slow, even extraction… giving you the best possible flavors.  The chemistry of the hot water reacting with the freshly roasted and ground coffee is beautiful.  The coffee expands or “blooms,” bubbling on the surface. This bloom is bloomin’ gorgeous to see, and turns coffee making into an event to be shared.

    Thirty-five seconds after it blooms it’s ready to be brewed.

    Slowly pour the water onto the grounds in a circular motion.

    Be careful not to pour too close to the edges as this will cause under extraction and can create tunneling.

    This slow even pour should take you at least a minute.  Pace yourself because you do not want to top up or brew a second time after finding you didn’t have enough space for your six-eight cups of water in the slow brewing filter.  By pouring a second pot of water over the grounds you would end up over extracting, filling your cup with bitter flavors.

     

    There is a slightly hidden “fill line” located on the Chemex. It is just a dimple in the glass located towards the bottom.

    While a slow stream of coffee is coming out of the tip of the filter, pre heat your coffee cups with hot water.

    There is no exact brew time for a Chemex. Just pour slowly, enjoy the bloom, and wait for all the water to pass through the grounds before removing the filter.

    Remove the filter and pour coffee into your pre-heated cups.

    Still need a bit more info? Check out this video by Intelligensia before you get started.

    Intelligentsia Chemex Brewing Guide from Intelligentsia Coffee on Vimeo.

    Sip and Enjoy,

    The Long Miles Team… errr that’s Coffee Guy and Camera Girl

  • littlest little

    littlest little

    dear baby, you have my heart

    so stop.

    stop all this growing.

    please.

    don’t become a real boy.

    swirling whirling life.

    i can’t hang on

    the clock keeps…

    marching.

    and here we live

    chasing a dream

    we chase the dream

    for you.

    for two boys in africa

    our souls would burst

    if we never showed you,

    if we never lived it.

    love,

    mom

     

     

  • Unfriendly matter

    DISCLAIMER: I am not implying that the following happened because I ate this scary piece of meat. This scary piece of meat was delicious, and I know for a fact that it did not cause the following to happen. I ate this scary piece of meat in Kenya. I’m not in Kenya anymore. That was forever ago. So go on out there and eat that scary piece of meat if you want to! Truth is, this was a randomly (ok, not so much) selected picture for this blog post… since I definitely didn’t photograph what happened to me yesterday.

    Sorry for being a long lost blogger. The film crew is in town, and we’ve been traveling, and the dog ate my computer… well, I guess that last one isn’t true. Anyways, I’m sorry and I promise to try really hard to never let it happen again. Do you forgive me? Whew, ok! Now that we have that out of the way, I just HAVE to tell you about last night…

    It is hard to believe that just 24 hours ago I was curled up on the bathroom floor in so much pain that I was asking God for the super awesome ability to just pass out. Ben was on his way back from the coffee hills and I was with the kids when stomach pains from another world hit me. Let’s just say that the last time I was in that much pain I was trying to bring a stubborn baby boy into this world. I was under attack by some unfriendly amoebas. Our trusty sidekick Moise, who literally runs this house, stayed late and kept the kids busy so that I could… well, you probably don’t need to know about the vomiting and the diarrhea, but there it is anyway. Ben finally arrived and was greeted by a sea of (for the sake of my humanness let’s not say vomit and stinky poo, really, let’s not. Let’s stick to…) “unfriendly matter.” He’s a brave and incredible man for stepping over that threshold of “unfriendly matter.” He had two big huge pills for me to swallow. Amoeba blasting pills.

    Our lovely new doctor friend from Canada, Danica, also came over. I was in so much pain that I barely remember her being there, although I do remember that she had a really cute shirt on. Fun, bright colors. Yep, that’s about it. She gave me some more stuff to swallow, hopefully to take away the pain. I was a wet stinky mess, so God bless Danica for even setting foot in that room.

    As soon as she left I began itching. All over. At first it was a nice distraction from the pain in my stomach, but then it just got downright intense. Ben called Danica. It was clear that I was a wee bit allergic to those two giant pills I had swallowed. So down went the allergy medicine. At this point I was a walking pharmacy and also resembled a tipsy and very scary looking woman when I tried to get to the bathroom. But, the worst was over.

    And the moral of the story? Amoebas are awful. Really, really awful.

  • Long Miles Coffee Project: The TV show

    Long Miles Coffee Project from Cooked in Africa on Vimeo.

    Yeah, I know. I feel like we have some explaining to do. For the last six months, on and off, a film crew has been following us around documenting our journey into Burundi. The show is mostly about our lives, which scares me silly, and coffee. I hate being in front of the camera. Hate. Really, I am using that word. So, this has been a learning experience for me. I am not saying that I love it now, but I sure do love the people behind the scenes. They have come along for the ride and are now part of our family… even though they still bug the crap out of me with their cameras. I didn’t want to tell you. It’s true. I thought you might think we’re vain, or silly or something… anyway, I’m sharing it now. That’s the first step for us in-front-of-camera-haters.

    These guys clearly don’t have my in-front-of-camera phobia. Here’s Sunel, we call her Auntie Sunel around here, getting a good shot. Oh, and by the way, they shoot everything on the Canon 7D, which just happens to be the camera I shoot with too. Confession: before I met these guys I had used the video function on my camera one time.

    Here’s Coffee Guy doing his thing again… talkin’ about coffee some more.

    All while holding a baby and runnin’ around in the hills.

     

    Smelling the beans, always a good thing. I am aware that my children seldom have all their clothes on. I don’t really plan on changing that. Keeping us all in clothes is too much effort… at least I manage to get myself dressed!

    Here’s Uncle Wesley, our creative director, slogging the gear through the hills with Myles.

    World class sound man, right here.

    Hangin’ with the crew, workin’ on some great ideas.

    Wesley imparting age old Mac wisdom to my five year old…

    aaaand to my 1 year old. Neo loves Auntie Sunel… and her Macbook.

    So that’s what we’re up to folks. What do you think about all that? We’d love to know…

    Luv,

     Kristy

  • Featured in “On to Baby”

    Don’t worry guys… this is still a blog about Africa, coffee, and whatever else it’s about EVEN THOUGH this week it looks like a maternity photographer’s blog. What can I say? I love those preggie bellies!

    The great people over at On To Baby are featuring my session with Bonita and her husband, Dylan, today. You can visit both the post and the full gallery if you like. I am thrilled to see Dylan and Bon up there, they look so great! You also catch a glimpse of a their baby girl, Mila, over there. She appeared on the scene right before our move to Burundi. As a mostly unpaid photographer and blogger/writer, it is great to see my work featured in other places. For the love of the art, good people, for the love of the art!

    Since we’re now living in the middle-of-nowhere-Africa, seeing these photos is like visiting another world soooo different from the one I am in now. I have loved the trip down memory lane.

    Love,

    Kristy 

  • A beautiful bump

    Sometimes beauty just crosses your path.

    When it does, let it refresh your soul.

    Love,

    Kristy

    Felix and Mercy, thank you for hanging out in Nairobi. All the best on your little wonder due this week. 

  • Lost.

    Last night we lost you. It stings with a heart wrenching, gut sinking foreverness. I am aching all over with the finality of it. You had no idea if we were ever coming back for you. But we were, my regal friend, we were. I feel as if a part of me has broken away from the whole. Cracked away under the weight and strain of  sadness. I knew this day was coming, the day when you would break my heart. I though I would be there for it. In my soul I was right by your side when you crossed over. I thought you would hang on for me, my precious girl. I wanted to guide you as you left. Surround you and ease your passing. Instead you slipped away alone, well loved but wrapped only in the comfort of solitude. Your terms, not mine… which is totally you.

    Here I sit, you gone, waring with myself. I’m angry that this is how it ends. When I said goodbye I didn’t mean forever. Why did you think I did? Why did your body give out on you before I could get there? You were there when I brought them both home from the hospital. You were my family when I had none. My ally in a house full of men. I have depended upon your existence for over a decade. How could you leave like this, my girl? I was supposed to be there. To see you off and celebrate a good life lived. To thank you. I loved you and treasured you for a long as you drew breath… and I love you still. Thank you for what you brought to our family. Thank you for loving us. Thank you for your undying loyalty which, I am sure, still lives on. Thank you for being the best dog on the planet. No one can ever replace you, dearest of Danes. No one.

    You were more than just a dog, you were a Great Dane.

    Love,

    your people

    “here is the deepest secret nobody knows
    (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
    higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
    and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)”
    ― E.E. Cummings
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