Coffee School

Kindra and I went to coffee school for two grueling days last week. It was something to behold. The lovely lady that stuffed our brilliant minds with all the coffee knowledge necessary to run a successful cafe was a lot of fun. Her husband was the actual coffee connoisseur—he'd had successful coffee houses all over the country until he died—but she carried on the tradition well. As will be evident when Sweet Thing opens, her experience and knowledge held much value.

Also, for amusement factor, it must be mentioned that the Davison mind is also something to behold. And behold it this nice lady (Oksana) did. Heh. The first day of class she shared a billion stories with us to help illustrate the importance of what she spoke of. She had a funny habit of including more details than were necessary. I don't suppose it would have been so interesting to a lot of people, but when you have a mind like a vice details don't just skip across the surface. On the second day of class Oksana was quite shocked to hear the dreadful details of her most absurd stories relayed back to her. The situation made her state she should be more careful with the details of her stories. And, sadly, her stories were less frequent the second day.

We don't mean to scare people. It's just the way we are. Ask Grampa.

The second day was practical exam day. We made every hot drink on the menu before lunch, and every cold drink on the menu after lunch. We also were required to try every drink we made for experience sake. Ugh. A coffee high is so much more insane than tea drunkeness. We were wired for hours. We got the making of the drinks down on the machine Oksana had, but the machine we have is different. Hopefully we will get it up and running soon so we can adjust our tactics to suit it before openning. That will be fun.

These are all the cold drinks we made. Look at all that waste! But after consuming all the hot drinks in the morning, who could blame us?

Here is Kindra excitedly foaming milk. Don't scald it! Ah, just perfect.

Me acting like he's pulling a shot. I missed out on getting my picture taken while the real action happened so we had to make do. As you can see the espresso machine cleaner is sitting on the counter. Obviously not the beginning of the day.