Gecko Coffee

Gecko Coffee

Do you drink coffee? Bet the answer for most of you is “Yes”. Me, too! Not a bad addiction mind you, but an addiction nonetheless. I had an interesting coffee experience the other day that I thought you all might find amusing. My first taste of Gecko Coffee. Before I describe it in OC-detail, let me first share some other Gecko Coffee information that I found, where else…. on the internet.

There was Golden Gecko Coffee on 282 Jane Street in Toronto, Ontario, “Your Place to be”. The website was tasteful, informative and not only about coffee but about the ways that Golden Gecko is part of, and gives back to, its community. Terrific!

Next I found Little Gecko Coffee Roasters, established in South Melbourne, Australia in 2013. Organic fair-trade coffees from Ethiopia, Sumatra and a blend sourced from Brazil, Honduras and Mexico. They also offer Swiss water decaf. That just about satisfies everyone.

Gecko Coffee Shop in Sanur, Dempasar, Indonesia. A bit far away, but maybe I’ll get there someday.

Crazy Gecko Coffee. A fresh coffee roaster located in Florida, I think. Most of the green coffee beans they use are part of a “farm gate” program. This differs from “free- trade” in that the distributor negotiates directly with the individual farmers. According to their website, this method pays more to the farmers who actually grow the beans with less going to co-ops and bureaucracy.

Okay..Now on to my story…
We have a small 4-5 cup coffeemaker that we use for our morning Joe which we usually set up the night before. So, with the flip of a switch, the first one downstairs can brew up the magic liquid stuff. The other day, I was the second one down so I poured myself a steamy cup, added some half and half, gave it a stir and just as I lifted it to my lips, I could see little black specks floating around. Coffee grounds, probably. So I went back to savoring my wake up brew and then dipping my biscotti into the cup. Yum!

After finishing my coffee I walked over to the pot, saw there was a bit remaining and asked my guy, Herb, if he would like some more. After his, no thanks, I walked to the sink and started to pour out the remainder. That’s when I noticed it. A brown, glistening

glob that looked a whole lot like, well, honestly, like cat poo. Problem? We don’t have a cat. As I took a closer look I could see tiny eyes, little feet and bubbly skin, all dyed brown by the coffee. Oh no! A gecko! How did he/she get in there? I guess that’s what you get when you don’t check the carafe first! I took a few deep breaths to quell my nausea then I turned to Herb and asked sweetly, “Are you sure you don’t want more?”

Gecko Coffee…..it actually wasn’t all that bad!