It all started with my husband’s interest, uh, obsession really, in learning to roast our own beans. Next thing I know my hot air popper was hijacked and green coffee beans were twirling away inside. The smell of toasty goodness was wafting through the air. Paul spent the next couple of years roasting and ordering beans from around the world. Ethiopia, Bali, Guatemala, Mexico, Brazil, Costa Rica. I spent that year basking in the luxury of home roast. Learning to detect subtle flavors like blueberry, whiskey and chocolate. It was amazing how different the finished product was from anything we had been buying in a store!