
The Huila harvest is here, at the price we promised in July
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Forty sacks came off a lorry from Rotterdam on Thursday. Maksim roasted the first batch on Friday at 7:00, and we tasted it together on Saturday.

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Forty sacks came off a lorry from Rotterdam on Thursday. Maksim roasted the first batch on Friday at 7:00, and we tasted it together on Saturday.

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Every weekday at 6:45 one of us makes a tortilla. At weekends the other fries syrniki until they run out, which is usually by 11:00.

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60 grams of coffee and a litre of water make six good cups. The sludge at the bottom is optional.

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On the first Saturday of every month, at 10:00, twelve people stand around our table with a spoon each and slurp. Nobody needs to know anything about coffee.

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The caffeine in Zhuravel was taken out with a by-product of sugarcane grown a few valleys from the farm. It still tastes of Huila.

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Under 'Why we roast light', Callum wrote that he wanted something darker for his morning flat white. He was right that we owed him an answer.

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Every Spanish kitchen has a cafetera italiana, and my mother's has been on the same gas ring since 1991.

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Henk handed us the keys on 28 November 2023. The till took its first 612 euros on 16 March 2024. In between, almost everything went wrong once.

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Eight cups on the table, no labels, three of us with spoons. Inés and I write our scores without looking at each other's.

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One 250 g bag, split four ways: the bag it came in, a glass jar on the shelf, a tin in the cupboard, and the freezer. Four weeks later we tasted all four blind.

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Someone asks to buy the red kettle about once a week. It does not work, and it is not for sale.

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We agreed this year's price on a veranda near Pitalito, before a single cherry was picked: 4.40 US dollars a pound.

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The key turns at 7:00. By 7:20 the batch brewer is on, the first playlist is chosen, and Bulba has found the warm spot under the bench.

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15 grams of coffee, 250 grams of water at 94 degrees, three minutes. Get those right and most other advice stops mattering.

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In my aunt's café-bar in Zaragoza, the beans were roasted with sugar until they shone. I drank it for twenty years and thought that was what coffee tasted like.

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For fourteen months, a list hung on our fridge: a corner with morning light, room for a roaster, a window bench, rent under 2,500 euros. We found every item on it, just never in the same building.

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One of us was born next to a marsh in southern Belarus, the other 2,300 kilometres away in Zaragoza. Every autumn the same flock of cranes flies over both of our home towns, and that is where our…