For most of my life, I treated coffee as a vice. It was something I drank because I saw adults drinking it when I was a kid. I grew to love the bitterness, but I spent decades trying to mask it. My relationship with coffee has been a long evolution. In early adulthood, I drank it because it felt like a rite of passage. I enjoyed the bite, but I buried it under waves of cream and sugar. That eventually spiraled into the "Cafe Era"—years spent ordering high-carb, syrup-laden "fancy" drinks that were essentially milkshakes with a shot of espresso. I didn't think about the health implications—or the potential dehydration—until I hit middle age. Interestingly, I noticed that caffeine rarely disrupted my sleep; I seemed to metabolize it efficiently. As my palate matured, I stopped treating coffee as a caffeine delivery system and started treating it as a craft. I became a "javaphile," obsessed with sourcing single-origin beans, grinding them myself, and mast...
Nearly twenty years ago, I started a blog called The Path is Too Deep, a geeky reference to a rare computer error message. A great deal of life has happened since then, a life I would like to share. So, here again, are some random bits of unfiltered Chris.