Daylight Saving Time & DC Coffee: Lost Socks – Western House, Filter Blend
Sunday morning used to be church day;
At some point, it became a chore day.
The time on my wrist and on my cellphone don't match anymore.
The yet-to-be-defunct daylight saving time has reared its head.
Last night, I promised to walk the dog and wash the dishes.
An hour lost could result in a broken promise, yet I relent.
After I spring from bed and get ready to take Spotty out, my partner asks: "Can you make breakfast when you come back?".
I said yes and decided that I'd make breakfast appear.
After walking the dog,
I returned home and ordered bagel sandwiches for both of us from Call Your Mother.
I then put the kettle on and immediately get to washing the dishes.
This morning, I roll dice to decide between the Lost Socks coffee and Trader Joe's coffee in my cupboard; Lost Socks wins.
Today, I'll be having their Western House, Filter Blend. As usual, I eyeball the amount of beans, deliver them to the grinder, ground them till coarse, and surrender the grounds to the French press.
The hot water pours in, and I stir the grounds with a wooden chopstick. I didn't have my long wooden spoon, so the chopstick had to do.
Wood is always preferred for stirring brewing coffee as metal can alter the flavor.
I put the French press top on and ran to get our bagels.
Despite wanting the food badly, I drove the speed limit and incidentally left the coffee to brew for about 10 minutes.
It's coffee time when I return home again.
I plate my partner's bagel, prepare her coffee with oat milk, and deliver her breakfast while she engages in her Spanish class.
I give Spotty her food as well.
Everyone in the house was happy, and now I could have my first sip.
Immediately, I smell vibrant fruit notes.
The coffee is two shades of brown with an amber tint, like a tiger's eye.
Its dark head contains the bulk of flavor, and a lighter body follows.
At first sip, I taste cherry and a natural sweetness resembling cocoa.
This batch is mildly acidic and light-bodied with a gentle mouth feel.
The sweet fruit notes are sustained from sip to finish.
As the brew cools down in my cup, it gets sweeter.
The notes dance on my tongue with more vigor.
This would make a marvelous iced coffee. I enjoy it so much, black, that I won't try it with milk or sugar.
This is Lost Socks' "flagship blend".
If this is the brew leading the vanguard, I'm obliged to try more from them.
I'll be savoring my time with the batch I made till then.
