APR' 24

I used to pride myself on chugging gas station coffee like it made me ultra low-maintenance and whatever is the opposite of elitist. But then, someone served me a good cup of coffee along my way, from Pablo's in Denver, if my memory is true. I didn't turn into a coffee enthusiast or do any deep dives on types of beans, brewing methods, water temperature, etc. Honestly, I still buy bags on sale or drink day-old French press.

However, I've stopped thinking of it as the economy’s gasoline or modern medicine or a way to push through the day until the moment that I can rest. It's become a ritual, a cup of connection, a pause. Which is why teaming up with Maddog Coffee was such a treat.

She brews incredible coffee, pulling and pouring every cup with intention. She educated me on everything from small-scale farming operations to the influence of colonization on the humble coffee bean (in the least elitist, most inviting way). If you want a tasty beverage from a badass lady, visit her coffee trailer at WellFed Farmstead. It's the farthest cry from Folgers.