Some people are coffee snobs. I am not one of them. So when my friend Bonnie called to ask what kind of coffee I wanted for my visit to her mountain house, I gave my stock answer: “You cannot make it any way that I won’t like it.”
I was wrong. So very, very wrong.
Bonnie and her husband, Bob, had forgotten to pack the coffee from their home in Florida when they set out for the mountains. Intrepid world travelers, they coped with this catastrophic oversight as best they could: They bought the most interesting coffee they could find in Murphy, N.C.