字幕表 動画を再生する 英語字幕をプリント thistles. My first tamper, it was used attempt pre ground robusta late in Italian roasted coffee into the basket of a domestic gadget that I was demonstrating in a department store. It was not a good temper. First, proper temporal board was David Schwimmer's Ergo Packer. I saved up a lot of money, and I was somewhat enamored with him because he just seemed to have an answers. Sadly, it was intercepted by customs, and I never managed to get hold of it. I couldn't afford a replacement. A few months later, I ended up doing what most people have done. A border Reg Barba Temper. No, I wanted a temper because I wanted to feel like I had a craft and that I had tools that represented that craft. I wanted an object that legitimized me and also what I did for a living. It was to be the first of many a CZ. You look at the evolution of Tampa's in the last 10 or 15 years. It does hold a mirror to the progress and evolution of the coffee industry itself. Leon Tampers became a kind of focal point for experimentation. There were great hopes of unlocking flavor through the design of the basis Beit Convex or concave concentric rings or perfectly flat, perfectly fitting service is. All of these were explored with a sense of excitement and hope, and there was legitimacy. If there's any experiments, slowly, temper design began to drift. Lose that initial purpose. They became items of jewellery, of self expression on then items of novelty. Soon material became more important than function. Look at my collection of tempers now, and I see mostly memories of times in my life or of the people who gave me generous gift ce this'll particular. Tampa is from my birth, the championship win in Tokyo temper, both stolen and earned finals. I had somehow managed to forget my tamper close to the prep area. There was a table full of Reg. Barbara tampers with every intention of returning it. I grabbed one and I used on stage. That's right, I do is I went back to confess and to return it on. They gave it to me. It remains a nice reminder of the truth of the chaos of that experience, but also of an amazing day in my life. So why am I telling you this. Why am I thinking about tempers? It would be premature to say that temples were about to be made obsolete, but I think the writing's on the wall technology is coming. I wouldn't be sad to see the act of tamping go. It's easy to make a mistake the best. You just ruin a cup of coffee. At worst, you damage your body. I have more temples than I'll ever need, and yet I can't let them go. Perhaps they're doomed to end up like a box of old photographs that you dig out from time to time and look through and reminisce. And maybe that's what I'm doing right now digging through that box and telling a story or two. Maybe in the future, I'll dig that box out again and tell some more stories.