Among the world's coffee-producing countries, Sumatra is known as one of the heaviest and spiciest single-origin varieties due to the volcanic soil, growing methods and processing practices specific to the region.
Most of the coffee produced in Sumatra, which is a huge Indonesian island off the country's coast, is semi-washed on the farm after harvest and then overnight-fermented in tanks to soften the mucilage layer, which is then removed while they are still at a high moisture content. According to Cafe Import's Web site, "This process is directly responsible for the classic flavors people love in a Sumatran coffee: earthy, smoky, meaty, savory, and bold. Clean cups are especially valuable, and the base notes of that Indonesian profile can be nicely complemented by some sparkling acidity."
This morning we decided to experiment. First, I brewed our new Sumatran coffee as a pour-over, which brought out a lot of sweet red bell pepper. The mouth-feel was on the heavier side, which wasn't a surprise because it is our heaviest green coffee and looks almost blue before roasted. Then we tried the same origin (Sumatra) as a French press, and sipping this extraction made me feel like I was pouring fresh warm caramel sauce all over my tongue. The Sumatran cupping notes from the farm suggest sweet red bell pepper, caramel, floral and lemongrass.
Different brewing methods will highlight different cupping notes, thus making the caramel, floral or lemongrass more dominant depending upon the grind and the method used to extract the coffee. I would guess a cupping score of 86 for our Sumatran coffee, but I have to check with Sally, our green buyer, to be sure. Kale has been keeping the roast on the lighter side of full city for these beans, dropping them at a lower temperature, and not letting them cook for too long. A 12-oz bag of whole beans costs $14.
Mr. Brent Rueb, ladies and gentlemen! Mr. Rueb left for work this morning, climbed into his pick-up, put his key into the ignition, turned the key and ... NOTHIN'. Dead battery. His second vehicle also wouldn't start. Damn.
Always looking on the brighter side of life, Mr. Rueb grabbed his battery charger, hooked it up to his vehicle and decided it would be a great morning for a walk down to Fresh Seven with Richard, his faithful companion of the labrador variety. After a healthy breakfast, and a solid visit with the F7 morning group, Brent left, ready to take on the day.
When he got home, the battery was charged, and his pickup started. Woot! His next stop would be the History House (HH), where he would be working most of the day ... or so he thought. A couple of hours into his work day, while vaulting the ceilings in the upstairs area of the HH, a couple 2x4's broke and sent Brent crashing to the floor. He laid there for a couple moments observing the situation, and when he realized he was able to move his extremities he began to scan his body for injury. Brent noticed his wrist was curved in a way it has never been curved before, so he decided to visit our sweet friends at the Cheyenne County Clinic. After an x-ray, Brent was diagnosed with a broken wrist, and a bad day. He left the Clinic with a broken wrist wrapped in a cast, as well as instructions to go home and get some rest. As he walked home, he couldn't help thinking about how lucky he was to have fallen to the ground, missing the huge table saw that would have surely broken his back instead of his wrist. What luck! As Brent basked in his good fortune, he noticed his friend's dog was barking at him from behind his friend's fenced-in yard. Brent couldn't resist saying hello to his furry companion, and as he reached over the fence to pat his friend's dog on the head, the dog opened his mouth and engulfed Brent's hand in saliva and teeth, hanging on for dear life, and taking the skin of Brent's middle finger with him. Shit. Brent turned around to walk back to the Clinic.
When he arrived at the Clinic, the sweet ladies at the front desk wondering just what the heck he was doing back after leaving less than thirty minutes prior. To indicate the reason for his swift return, Brent flipped the sweet ladies of Cheyenne County Clinic his bloodied bird, bitten my his friend's dog.
After a quick phone call to the dog's owner, the Clinic verified that both Brent and the dog are up-to-date on their shots, so there was no reason to panic. Brent's mangled skin was clipped off his finger, and his wound was dressed. And once again he was sent into the world to go straight home and get some rest.
If you see Brent today, and you shouldn't because he should be resting, ask him how his day has been. I am sure it will generate some laughter, because Brent is good at looking on the bright side of life:)