I am a coffee snob. There. I said it. I can’t help it. There are times I wish I could go back to the simpler me. The me who was okay with dissolving a spoonful of instant coffee into boiling water. Allas! I’ve tried. Seriously. But there’s something about the complexity of a single origin or blended aroma that keeps me coming back for more.
This week I waltzed into one of my favourite coffee spots in my hometown, and as I sipped away at my upsize cap, I spotted the most amazing creation. You should know, pastries are my absolute downfall. Just putting it out there. Back to the story: The owner informed me that this was called “The Cruffin”. A Croissant-Muffin hybrid. Done. I know. Where have I been all these years, right? It was destiny. Cruffin and I connected in a most spectacular way, and he has now taken up full residency on my hips. So worth it.
Over the years I’ve heard countless arguments about how single origin coffee trumps blends, and vice versa. (Ha! Trumps… budum tss. Too soon.) I’ve found myself identifying more and more with the cup in my hands. The complexity of a blend. The fact that the beans from single origins were combined in perfect balance. The coffee roaster knew that the density and consistency of beans differ and adjusted the blend accordingly. I felt a nudge. And the ever clever penny made its way into my Spirit.
This is me. A unique, odd-looking, sweet, layered concoction, combined with a creamy, roasted, bitter, blended aroma. Created to add a specific flavour to this world. Roasted to unleash a pleasing aroma, a fragrant piece of the Father’s heart.
Let’s be honest. It begins with you. With identity. The sooner you realise that you are a unique blend, beyond compare, the sooner you’ll be able to pin point your purpose and calling in this world. I’ve found that coffee is less about the coffee and more about the Roaster. The cruffin is less about the cruffin, and more about the Chef.
My life for His purpose. My blend for His Kingdom. And that’s more than enough.