Friday, February 25, 2011

Nicaragua Judges Training, Day Two


Scoring and a snack.

Day two of judges training continues with Ana at the helm and me guiding the till. Yes, odd metaphor considering we're in a landlocked city but we're off to the races and it's do or die time. Today is the day we have to select those trainees who will become certified national judges for the competition tomorrow.

As I wrote yesterday, it's difficult preparing people to judge a competition - especially when they have little to no experience. So much to learn, so much to teach and even with two days, it feels like so little time! What makes it a bit harder this time around is that it's just the two of us who have judging experience. Usually, there are national judges who have done this before and we can rely on their experience helping to guide the new judges.


Everyone gathers for lunch.

Unfortunately this time everyone is a first-time judge and we're going to have to really be on our toes during the competition to make sure everything is watched over carefully and consistently.

Where the first day was all about lecture, discussion and learning how to do what we do, the second day is about practical testing. It's crunch time and we need to see who's going to make it and who will need to try next year. The morning starts off with the written test on rules, regulations and general coffee knowledge. For some, it's easy. For others, not so much. And even though both of us hinted very strongly that they should "memorize the scoresheets by heart" we can tell who took our encouragement lightly.


My lunch - scared of the lettuce.

The written exam takes us to lunchtime and after lunch we're back with a discussion on understanding senses and the coffee sensory test. From there it's a practical discussion about evaluating both espresso and cappuccino drinks. Then, towards the end, it's mock competition presentations where we vet out those who we think will be able to handle the duties of a national judge.

One key to being a good sensory judge? Writing and lots of notes. We want to see copious amounts of notes supporting the scores given. Tell the barista why you assessed that score, be clear and be concise.


Post meal chatting.

Finally, at the end of the day, it's tears of joy and pain as some make it to the judging ranks and others are sent back to the minors. In reality, we want everyone to pass certification because it can only help develop the community, and what Nicaragua really needs is continuity in the judging ranks.

Guess we'll find out tomorrow just how sage our certifications turn out to be.


With the girls of Cafe Las Flores: Indira, Isaura and Carmen.



Ana and Isaura with the boys.



Ana reviews scoresheets with Isaura and Egda.




Sensory Time!



The classroom.



Tasting espresso.



Evaluating espresso.



Egda, Indira and Claudia discuss the finer points of Cappuccino.

Buenos Dias, Managua!


A round of breakfast from the Holiday Inn buffet.

Thursday, February 24, 2011

Asados El Patio


Fried Plantains and pickles.

After two previous trips to Managua, one thing that I've learned is that Julio Peralta doesn't disappoint. Julio loves food and knows just where in Nicaragua to go and find the best cuisine this country has to offer. Everywhere we've been has always been good and tonight we're at Asados El Patio where the bottle of Flor de Cana 7 year Gran Reserva is flowing and the meat is a plenty.

It's nice to be back in Managua.


Ana and Julio.



Chimichurri and salsa for the meat.



The Meat.



Fries and Fried Cheese.



Rice and Beans.



Julio and Eric.

Nicaragua Judges Training, Day One


Judges training begins in Managua.

Taking a disparate group of people, with varying levels of experience and training them to become qualified judges is a difficult task in and of itself. It's hard enough to do it in a language you speak fluently, but in a secondary language where your own capacity is just enough to get around town and order food? Muy dificil, to say the least!

Last week we were lucky. Armed with a couple of experienced bi-lingual judges, we were ready to handle any presentation - happily, in El Salvador, everyone was bi-lingual which meant that we could conduct the training class in English, everyone would understand and no one was the wiser.


They set up a private buffet for us!

Fast forward to Managua, where the judging pool doesn't really speak English and I don't "really" speak Spanish and we could be in for a little trouble. Typically, I'm along for the ride as a sensory or tech judge and Rouki or Jose are usually leading the training classes. This time, I'm in the driver's seat and I need to make sure that everyone understands the instruction and is qualified enough to judge the championship in two days.

So when they asked me who would I like to come along and help, I knew I needed someone with judging experience, as well as someone who could translate for me so that the judges would understand. Luckily, Ana is fluent in both and while the training started out with me lecturing and then Ana translating what I said into Spanish, after a while I realized that was both foolish and redundant and within an hour or so, I just let her lead the class with me there to make sure that the curriculum was being followed and to answer any questions that she might not have the answer.


Judges eat.



Ana lectures about visual cappuccinos.



Reviewing just how much is five grams waste.

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

CO - Flying High Again


Climbing out of BWI.



Checking in with my iPhone at IAH.



I chose the fish. IAH-MGA.



And a little cheesecake for dessert.

Happy 70th Mom!


Dad & Mom at G&M.

I've flown back home for about 36 hours (or so) to do some paperwork for Spro and to wish my mom a Happy Birthday. She's 70 years old and I'm about jet off once again (this time: Nicaragua).

Was hoping to do a more formal meal with my parents but with the snowy weather and the short timeframe home, it had to be lunch on the way to the airport. Mom said she wanted crabcakes and G&M isn't too far from BWI so off we went. Big crabcakes. Massive crabcakes and very quick service meant that things were smooth and easy.

Note: skip the cream of crab soup and go for the Maryland Crab Soup.

Happy Birthday Mom!


The Crabcake at G&M.



And of course, fries.

Monday, February 21, 2011

Tools of the Travel Trade


Sometimes you just need a little help from your friends...

Sunday, February 20, 2011

Tipicos Margoth


These Salvadoreans are crazy about pupusas.



Table condiments.



More pupusas.



Yucca.



Sweet fried balls.



Croquetas.



Rodrigo Giammatei delivers the food.



Inside.



Banana with cream.



The proper mix of table condiments.



Inside my fried balls.

A Visit with Viva Espresso

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Chemex by the cup at Viva Espresso!



Very tasty.



Add a quesadilla. Rico.



A group photo with Lily Pacas, Federico Bolanos, Alejandro and the ninos.

La Vida


Living the dream in San Salvador.

It's Sunday, everyone has gone home and I'm left all alone in San Salvador. Paola is home deathly ill from the same salad that laid me out two days ago and I've got no one to hang with. The weather is hot, sunny and beautiful. Beautiful except that something somewhere in San Salvador is burning and there's a pall of smoke everywhere. Slowly, I'm dying from smoke inhalation.

What better way to combat smoke than with more smoke?

In my travel kit, I sometimes keep an "Emergency Cigar" for times like this. This trip, I've got a Montecristo Tubo Habano at the ready so I plop myself into an outdoor chair, call the server over for an iced tea and a pack of matches, open my computer and I'm on my way!

The cigar is tasty, the sun is warming, the tea is ice cold and it's just a beautiful day here in Central America.

BBQ El Salvador


Now THAT is an iced tea!

It's Sunday and I'm getting hungry. I'm getting a little tired of the breakfast buffet at the Holiday Inn, so I venture across the street to see what's available when I spot a barbecue joint serving what looks to be reasonable American style BBQ.

I thought I ordered the full rack of St. Louis ribs, but maybe my Spanish is just that bad (although I swear I thought I ordered in English) because they brought me the half rack with fries (I asked for beans). No matter, because the ribs were actually pretty darn good and I was so stuffed after that I was very happy that they didn't serve (or charge) me the entire rack. That would have been trouble!


Fries.



St. Louis style ribs with what were supposed to be baked beans.