August 29, 2017
At the beginning of the summer I roasted some coffee beans and the results were terrible. They didn't get hot enough to come to the first crack and I was trying to roast this bean into the second crack.
I tried a second batch and changed the settings.
Maybe they're just ugly - maybe they'll taste fine.
They were terrible.
Darnit. I guess I need a new machine. Not surprising. I've had my roaster for fifteen years and they shouldn't last that long.
I researched machines and narrowed it down to two. Maybe three. No, I'm not going to spend that much. OK it's between these two. Then again, I drink coffee everyday so maybe ...
Anyway, I finally chose the machine I wanted and my green bean supplier was out of stock. So I reread the maintenance instructions for my current roaster. I spent three days scrubbing all of the parts. Not three solid days. I'd spend ten minutes or so every time I walked by the sink.
Three days later the machine was shiny and beautiful again.
I roasted a test batch and it came out perfectly.
Yeah, I know. There's a metaphor there.
Last week Maggie told me that the vacuum cleaner is broken and we should probably get it fixed.
She said, "It's probably just a hose or something."
She was close
The bag was full.
Just to check that that was all it was, I pulled a bunch of stuff out of the bag so it was half full and tested it out.
It worked great.
I changed out the bag and cleaned off the two filters.
It worked even better.
Wow, Daniel, this wasn't a very good post.
I'm working on it.
I'm trying to find that thing that will clean out my mind and getting it running like new the way I did with my roaster and vacuum.
I'm hoping that writing my way out of it will do the trick.
There was nothing wrong with the roaster or vacuum. I trust there's nothing really wrong with me.