July 30th, 2010
Check out their visit to Passport Coffee and Tea. This is a coffee cupping challenge.
Duration : 0:8:2
Posted in coffee tea | 
Tags: chefs vs city, Coffee, cupping coffee, Passport Coffee and Tea, Roasting, specialty coffee educational | 
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July 30th, 2010
http://boulder.c1n.tv/food
The Boulder restaurant channel visits Peet’s coffee and tea on the 29th street mall in boulder and talk with the owner about how Peet’s coffee started and how they select the best coffees they can sell and some of the different coffees and teas they have available in the store.
Duration : 0:2:38
July 30th, 2010
I want to find a maker that can makes coffee, tea, and other hot beverages at a price below $70. Any help? Thank you.
Keurigs is around 150 – 200 i think but it’s totally worth it because:
1) It will last MUCH longer then other brands and companies
2) Very easy to work
3) You can make anything from hot chocolate to coffee
4) They sell the K-cups anywhere!
At my office we put are money together to get one rather then going to Tim Hortons every day.
So worth it
If you live in Canada they’re selling them at Costco on sale right now
July 28th, 2010
http://boulder.c1n.tv/food
The Boulder restaurant channel visits Peet’s coffee and tea on the 29th street mall in boulder and talk with the owner about how Peet’s coffee started and how they select the best coffees they can sell and some of the different coffees and teas they have available in the store.
Duration : 0:2:38
July 28th, 2010
Part three of a video made for the BBQ Gourmet – Raymond van Rijk. Raymond teaches Danny how to make a pineapple dessert on the BBQ.
Learn more about Raymond’s products and recipes at www.bbqgourmet.co.nz
Duration : 0:5:22
July 28th, 2010
I am re-posting this because I didn’t get a lot of good feedback. But this is a short story with a new style I’m trying. Please don’t tear me to shreds.
I met you at a dinner party, she was my best friend and she loved you; she wanted me to meet you. I thought you were pretentious and I didn’t like you or the way you talked about the world. I would never confess this though, my opinion mattered so much to her and she was unusually happy with you; I didn’t want to ruin it.
I ran into you at the supermarket once, we exchanged awkward hello’s and you looked into my cart with your Bettie Davis eyes. Canned Soup, dry roasted peanuts, lilac hand lotion. I could tell you were thinking: unremarkable, normal. I looked at your food basket, organic fruit, recycled toilet paper, and fair trade coffee. Even by means of stocking refrigerators, you were more attractive.
You liked wine, and more specifically, you liked to discuss wine. You were happy, complacent…I couldn’t compare, I wouldn’t try.
Once, you were drunk at her place and you fell asleep on the sofa. I sat next to you, uncomfortable, because I could no longer be on my feet (we had been dancing the night before, my limbs always ached for miles). I could smell your New Zealand Pino Noir breath in the air, practically see the zzz’s drifting from your open mouth. You slept as normal people sleep and this surprised me. Then I noticed, from where I was sitting, that your nose was slightly crooked and your eyebrows were uneven.
When you awoke, I shut my eyes and let you think I had been asleep too. Though I still didn’t like you, I didn’t want you to feel embarrassed. You could have been snoring, there could have been drool dripping from your mouth. I wondered if you were studying my face just then. If you were looking at my flaws and my features. As the weight on the couch shifted and you stood up, I heard you mutter,
“Pale…”
The other night I had a dream, I was invisible. I was drifting around the world, watching private scenes unfold and I was blissfully, happily content. I went to places I would never be seen in, I observed the world with no fear. I stood on a terrace in the evening and overlooked the city below me, the low lights fading in the distance. There were people of different nationalities, different ages, genders, and religions all around me- unaware I stood there just as predominant as ever but unseen, unacknowledged.
I turned around and you were there. Only you could see me
Good! I like it! I wish you would write more instead of keeping me hangin. Haha 
Also- great grammer!
July 27th, 2010
my first rant… i think its missing something… comment and let me know what you think
Duration : 0:4:5
July 25th, 2010
A promotional decorative piece for your personalized drink mix water bottle, comes in lemonade, ice tea or fruit punch. Logo printed on the drink mix. Also offering amazing full color custom promotional packaging for coffee, coco, trail mix, and pretzels. These promotional products are great for tradeshow giveaways. Feel free to contact Paragon Promotions at 800-603-0042 or http://www.paragonpromotions.com
Duration : 0:1:13
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Tags: Promotional Apple Cider, Promotional Coffee, Promotional Hot Chocolate, Promotional Tea |
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July 25th, 2010
A big, fat congratulations to our National Barista Competition Champion, Jessica Ontiveros, who will be going on to compete in The Coffee Bean® WORLD Championship in Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam on August 4th, 2010!
Duration : 0:0:49
Posted in teas coffee |
Tags: Barista, barista competition, cbtl, Coffee, coffee art, coffee bean tea leaf, coffee competition, Latte Art, the coffee bean |
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July 24th, 2010
I’m re-posting this cause some people didn’t realize it was a short story. Anyway, I am trying a new style of writing and I need some feedback. Please don’t tear me to shreds…
I met you at a dinner party, she was my best friend and she loved you; she wanted me to meet you. I thought you were pretentious and I didn’t like you or the way you talked about the world. I would never confess this though, my opinion mattered so much to her and she was unusually happy with you; I didn’t want to ruin it.
I ran into you at the supermarket once, we exchanged awkward hello’s and you looked into my cart with your Bettie Davis eyes. Canned Soup, dry roasted peanuts, lilac hand lotion. I could tell you were thinking: unremarkable, normal. I looked at your food basket, organic fruit, recycled toilet paper and fair trade coffee. Even by means of stocking refrigerators, you were more attractive.
You liked wine, and more specifically, you liked to discuss wine. You were happy, complacent…I couldn’t compare, I wouldn’t try.
Once, you were drunk at her place and you fell asleep on the sofa. I sat next to you, uncomfortable, because I could no longer be on my feet (we had been dancing the night before, my limbs always ached for miles). I could smell your New Zealand Pino Noir breath in the air, practically see the zzz’s drifting from your open mouth. You slept as normal people sleep and this surprised me. From where I was sitting, I could see that your nose was slightly crooked, your eyebrows were uneven.
When you awoke, I shut my eyes and let you think I had been asleep too. Though I still didn’t like you, I didn’t want you to feel embarrassed. You could have been snoring, there could have been drool dripping from your mouth. I wondered if you were studying my face just then, looking at my flaws and my features. As the weight on the couch shifted and you stood up, I heard you mutter.
“Pale…”
The other night I had a dream, I was invisible. I was drifting around the world, watching private scenes unfold and I was blissfully, happily content. I went to places I would never be seen in, I observed the world with no fear. I stood on a terrace overlooked the city below me, the low lights fading in the distance. There were people of different nationalities, different ages and genders and religions all around me, unaware I stood there just as predominant as ever but unacknowledged.
I turned around and you were there. Only you could see me
This is really good! You should submit it to wugallery.webnode.com