A rabbit and the Art of brewing a coffee

i daresay i understand a bit about coffee. after all its been over 5 years since i began tinkering with expresso. so when i drove into coorg last week for further exploring coffee i felt as if i would be on familiar grounds.

nada. 

i was somewhat certain in my knowledge that extracting a great brew was all about the 15 bar pressure, the right grind, freshest bean, the roast date, good water, a clean machine and all that... i loved the inherent complexity, it felt as if i had a special skill, to get it all exactly right.

it seems all i really need is a simple filter cup, some hot water and ground beans. 

and time. 

in this last essential ingredient lies not just the secret of a good cuppa, but also the entire approach to life itself.

back home i would take a mere 4 to 5 minutes from switching on my machine to pouring out an expresso. out here the filter coffee takes nearly an hour as it slowly drips drop by drop. 

so whats actually happening...

way back when i was a wee little lad, i had a pet rabbit. frisky little fellow. but he had a rather bad habit. he liked to run and hide. when i  got back from school and he would go run and hide it was all fun and games, and i loved it. but at nightfall when i had to go fetch him indoors, for his own safety, mind you, and he went and hid behind this pile of tiles, it wasnt fun and games anymore. 

i would crouch and cajole and entreat, but the bugger squeezed himself deeper, always just a little beyond my reach. and i wud get really upset. it wud end up with me somehow reaching in and yanking hard at his ears, often bruising my wrists on those sharp tiles. 

then came diwali and with it came phatakas and kids being kids i found a solution to my nightly troubles. if it was taking too long i simply lit a cracker behind the tiles and the poor rabbit shot out from his hole, shit scared and half out of his wits. job well done, time to go home.

now lets think of the tiles as a coffee bean, and my rabbit as the delectable brew. and the point of it all was to extract the rabbit out of the tiles. 

the 15 bar pressure expresso machine is the equivalent of a lit cracker. light it up, hear the angry hiss and voila, the brew is pouring out. almost instantly.

the filter cup is the equivalent of me waiting patiently till the rabbit in his own good time wants to go indoors.

the question i am asking, is my expresso back home just as shit scared and half out of its wits???