Kevin Peacocke
AH ambassador
- Joined
- Feb 10, 2018
- Messages
- 6,198
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- Location
- Harare Zimbabwe
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- 111
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- 2
- Member of
- Cleveland Gun Club
- Hunted
- Zimbabwe, SouthAfrica
In my career I had the chance to visit 65 countries, some of them up to 20 times. In all of them it was the cuisine and ambiance that was the yardstick, and the one thing in common to all of them was coffee. Of course not all countries grow their own, but some have their special way of serving it, like Uzbekistan, a Samarkan silk road bazaar is as it was in centuries past. Colombian was good, especially sitting in a Juan Valdez in Medelin on a misty morning. Brazilian funny enough did not overly impress, good yes, but nothing really to put a finger on. Coffee taking in Egypt and Turkey suck you in as much as their sweet tea does. Ethiopia takes it to its own level, but it is not for the feint of heart and that extra dark roast is just too much for me. Then we move further down Africa to Kenya and Uganda, and an altogether milder take with the British influence and a bit lifhter roast. But my friends, you have not tasted the pinnacle until you have indulged in a cup from Zimbabwe's Eastern Highlands, nutty, not too bitter, beautiful aroma and just enough oil to bring on the richness. It gets even more specific, just one particular area shines, being the foothills in the Vumba and the Burma Valley. This stuff is hard to find, even here in the bean form, but well worth the effort. And if you
do find beans, it is the old fashioned hand grinder that produces the best particle size distribution, not too many fines - just right!