A Zombie shuffles into your shop and orders a cup of coffee. What do you do! You can't serve 'em a bright hair raising Kenya or fruit bomb Ethiopia. I mean, these Zombies be fragile creatures who just can't handle the bright stuff. They'd disintegrate in a stopped already dead heart beat. What about a nice smooth mellow Central or South America coffee? No no, even that light dance on the palate could shatter the poor Zombie's gullet. I know, an earthy Sumatra! Nope, even a foot trodden Sumatra will have enough acidity to lance a Zombie's larnyx.
What you need is the Rodney Dangerfield of Specialty Coffee. That's right, that no respect Monsooned Malabar stuff. Just the funk to warm a Zombie's masticated innards.
Truth be told not everyone is an acid head when it comes to coffee. MonMal (as Bry likes to call it) has been one of my SO's (that be wifey Debi going on 30yrs) favorite SOs for many years. Recently she asked why I never provided her Malabar anymore. So I roasted a small half pounder to take home. Then thought what the hay and roasted 6 pounds for shelf and brewed to order, and yes SO espresso play. That was a month or so ago and it's gained a following. Try it as a press pot, you might be surprised at the deep chocolate caramel cup, with yes that bit of Zombie funk!
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