Anne, Sofie and the HG One
Visiting Marko and his family, I brought along my HG One grinder so we could taste some of the coffee beans he has roasted just a few days ago and some that I had brought along. His roaster is a beauty. Built in 1938, it's one of 9 machines of this type that have survived the ages.
We first tasted a very lightly roasted bean, I believe it was from Costa Rica. The bean was still very hard to the bite (I eat a bean or two to get a first impression) so I was curious. Marko carefully weighed off the beans and made a filter coffee for us that was so light it soared in the mouth between tea and coffee with a hint of sweet cannabis. Very nice, how such a light roast had no acidity to speak of, just an alluring brightness.
Next we tried some of my beans on his monumentally beautiful Faema President lever espresso machine. It took a few shots to get the HG One grinder tuned up for the right dose but the third shot was excellent and the fourth was a dream. Even Marko's wife, who is from Italy and who knows espresso, was very happy about it.
The HG One grinder was even more successful with Marko's daughters! They couldn't keep their hands off of it, promptly understood how it was safely operated and played with it, weighing off beans in the acrylic basket holder (designed and produced by Stephen Sweeney), playing with the powerful magnets, throwing little handfuls of beans into the top funnel and swinging the handle of the flywheel, grinding away as well as they could. The older sister did most of the work even though the little one seemed to have figured it out very well. I enjoyed watching the spectacle of the endless fantasies, the quick changes in the game of playing shop that involved everything on the table. It revived memories of my own daughters playing together, one 4 years the other's senior, sometimes together and sometimes two different dreamworlds intertwined. Happy days.
PS John writes me that he imagines "they began to toss in and grind all sorts of things: cloth and forks and cups and books until the entire frame of the photo was ground up except for the little one's Cheshire Cat smile."
I like this image a lot. This could be a picture book "Anne, Sofie and The Grinder"about two sisters first playing shop and then grinding away at everything, the room and the house. Next they would throw in practically all that has happened before in the story book. On the last big page, there would be just the front and back cover of the book and if you open it wide, the sisters come stepping out, unless you close the book in time and the story can begin all over.
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| 1938 Probat, respectfully upgraded to have the probes and electronic controls of today |
Next we tried some of my beans on his monumentally beautiful Faema President lever espresso machine. It took a few shots to get the HG One grinder tuned up for the right dose but the third shot was excellent and the fourth was a dream. Even Marko's wife, who is from Italy and who knows espresso, was very happy about it.
The HG One grinder was even more successful with Marko's daughters! They couldn't keep their hands off of it, promptly understood how it was safely operated and played with it, weighing off beans in the acrylic basket holder (designed and produced by Stephen Sweeney), playing with the powerful magnets, throwing little handfuls of beans into the top funnel and swinging the handle of the flywheel, grinding away as well as they could. The older sister did most of the work even though the little one seemed to have figured it out very well. I enjoyed watching the spectacle of the endless fantasies, the quick changes in the game of playing shop that involved everything on the table. It revived memories of my own daughters playing together, one 4 years the other's senior, sometimes together and sometimes two different dreamworlds intertwined. Happy days.
I like this image a lot. This could be a picture book "Anne, Sofie and The Grinder"about two sisters first playing shop and then grinding away at everything, the room and the house. Next they would throw in practically all that has happened before in the story book. On the last big page, there would be just the front and back cover of the book and if you open it wide, the sisters come stepping out, unless you close the book in time and the story can begin all over.
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