¡Ay, caramba! We are out of coffee! Not just this household, but the whole town of San Carlos has run out, and drastic measures must be taken. Evie's, the neighborhood coffee roaster, is so close we can (usually) smell the beans roasting from our kitchen window, but he said he was unable to get beans from his regular Mexico City supplier and finally had to resort to a new source in Vera Cruz which will require three extra days to ship. Evie's distributes coffee in bags to several stores in town, but the Capt. did a tour of them and found they were sold out as well. Then he went to Keops, the new coffeehouse in town, to buy beans, but they wouldn't sell him any.
Saturday evening, at a little coffeehouse across the street from the church in Guaymas where our choir sang the mass for St. Cecilia, I bought a little bag of coffee beans (cafe en grano) but they were only medium roast, not what we're accustomed to. So yesterday the Capt re-roasted them in the wok, getting them to that nice dark greasy look we know and love. And this morning at 5 am he took off for Arizona, where he has been charged with the mission to purchase at least five pounds of French Roast (among other items). Starbuck's at least, Peet's at best.
What I'd really like is some Xikuri dark roast beans, produced in La Cruz in Banderas Bay, but that'll have to wait until we go south.
Life would be simpler if we could just settle for a can of Folger's or Cafe Combate, Mexico's most prominent brand. And it would be even simpler if we'd kick the caffeine habit completely but that's not likely to happen. We usually have only two cappuccinos a day, but they've gotta be the good stuff, or else why bother?