Let me share with you guys a story—because you all know how much I love sharing my stories, and if you’re new to the blog, let me just warn you that I can be pretty talkative on digital paper. (Digital paper—does that even make sense? Haha!)
Anyway, moving on to my story for the day—how my love for coffee all started! When I was a little girl, around 4 to 5 years old, my maternal grandfather (who worked in the construction business) used to have an office in our house where he had two official secretaries and one saling-kitkit who loved playing his third secretary (aka me). One of the things I absolutely enjoyed doing for him whenever he had guests was to make coffee for them. At that time, I didn’t know how to work the coffee machine yet but what I did know how to mix together easily (without really measuring how much of each I should put) were powdered coffee, sugar, and cream. I’m pretty sure the coffee I made back then was crap, and my grandfather or his guests just never showed it to avoid hurting my feelings. But it was also around this time that I began sipping a little coffee here and there, before finally learning how to prepare my own cup (To this day, I like my coffee with only sugar and no cream).
At such a young age, I discovered the goodness of coffee (even though it was only powdered coffee back then). My grandfather’s secretaries used to warn me that it wasn’t healthy for little girls to be drinking coffee, because it would stunt my growth. I only half believed them, because I couldn’t resist not getting a taste of it once in a while.
Fast forward to when I met the Cupcake, whose love for coffee is unparalleled. He was basically the coffee connoisseur who introduced me to a delicious roast from Benguet, which his family buys all the way in Baguio. He also bought me my first French Press and often he would give me a giant stash of grounded Benguet beans, which I drank on a daily basis.
Eventually, I ventured out and experimented with more blends. During a trip to Baguio early this year with my family, I got to visit the infamous Garcia’s Pure Coffee, where I may have hoarded not just Benguet but also Kalinga and Barako. Because I didn’t have my own coffee grinder back then, I asked them to grind all the beans already (all three kilos of it) so that it would be convenient for me.
What I learned though is that it’s different when you grind the beans fresh. When you’ve had coffee long enough, you’ll taste the difference between freshly grounded beans versus grounds that have been sitting on the kitchen counter for a while.
Can you imagine how ecstatic I was when Breville sent over their best-selling Smart Grinder Pro last month to write about and review? I posted about it on Facebook and Instagram, and a couple of coffee expert friends (one even owns a third wave coffee shop) commented that it’s very easy to use. For someone like me who has never used or encountered a coffee grinder that looks this sophisticated (and even a bit intimidating), it’s a relief to hear.
Someone must have tipped @breville_phils about my addiction to ☕️ because they just sent over their Smart Grinder Pro (still in disbelief that I now own one). 😱 Going to read up on the manual this weekend so I can learn how to use it and let you guys know how it goes. It's also sitting right beside the Takoyaki Maker I won from last week's #WengmanCup2017 Raffle. 😂 #GretasJunkyard
Be sure to tune in these next few days, because I’ll be testing the Smart Grinder Pro for the first time and writing a full, honest review of what I think!
Coffee is Love with the Breville Smart Grinder Pro