For me, it happened at my first job in a fine restaurant with long hours. But how did it ever become a thing to do – to boil roasted coffee beans?
“Of the various Ethiopian and Arab legends, the most appealing involves dancing goats. A goatherd named Kaldi, a poet by nature, loved following the wandering paths made by his goats as they combed the mountainsides for food. The job required little of him, so he was free to make up songs and to play his pipe. In the late afternoon, when he blew a special, piercing note, his goats scampered from their browsing in the forest to follow him back home.
One afternoon, however, the goats did not come. Kaldi blew his pipe again, fiercely. Still no goats. Puzzled, the boy climbed higher, listening for them. He finally heard bleating in the distance. Running around the corner of a narrow trail, Kaldi suddenly came upon the goats….
The goats were running about, butting one another, dancing on their hind legs, and bleating excitedly….As he watched, one goat after another chewed off the glossy green leaves and red berries of a tree he had never seen before….The goats refused to come home with him until hours later, but they did not die. The next day, they ran directly back to the same grove and repeated the performance. This time, Kaldi decided it was safe for him to join them. First, he chewed on a few leaves. They tasted bitter…. he experienced a slow tingle….
Soon, according to legend, Kaldi was frisking with his goats. Poetry and song spilled out of him….” (excerpted from Uncommon Grounds, Mark Pendergrast)
Thus coffee, and its inextricable tie to music and poetry, was discovered. If you’ve heard another coffee legend, please send it to us to share!