Of course when you get a special present for that friend who is really into something, you may go down the wrong track. A family member once drove down from Po

Of course when you get a special present for that friend who is really into something, you may go down the wrong track. A family member once drove down from Portland to visit us in San Jose. She knew I was really into coffee and roasted my own. She stopped at a little roastery on the way down and asked, "Give me the darkest roast you've got." After all, the darker the roast, the better it is, right? Naturally when she gave it to me, I said "That's a burnt roast! It's good for nothing but the trash." No, obviously I didn't do that. We ground some and brewed it and enjoyed it for what it was: not just the beans, but the kindness and thoughtfulness that went into picking it out for me.