Hayden got hold of some green beans (ordered off the internet, where else) so he could try his hand at roasting them himself.
Because he wanted to make it a proper trial, he compared his beans to all the other kinds that we currently have in the house (from L to R): Javan, Nuiginian, East Timorese and Indian. Have you had coffee from India recently? It's one of my new all-time favourites.
Hayden's green beans were from Ipanema (you know, like the girl in the song).
Marny and I watched on while Hayden swirled the beans around on the stove in one of our old frying pans. He gave them a nice dark roast and the smell that came out was absolutely nose-tingling. The beans cracked and glistened, just like the proper ones from the shops!
And the taste?