A List Of Things My Dad Taught Me

  1. Ride a bike
  2. Fix a bike
  3. Fishing (fly, deep sea, taking a fish off a hook, putting a hook on a line, and cleaning a fish)
  4. Use power tools
  5. Load a dishwasher
  6. Rake
  7. Laundry
  8. Pushups
  9. A proper head lock
  10. Arm bar
  11. Birdman into a swimming pool
  12. Take care of my car
  13. Cook Italian
  14. Exercise at home
  15. Poker
  16. Chess
  17. How to deal with computers in the 90s
  18. Greet with a kiss
  19. Sarcasm
  20. Swimming in the ocean
  21. Stay in the shade (wear a hat)
  22. Bruce Lee
  23. Star Trek and Star Wars
  24. All love of sci-fi
  25. What to do in a tornado
  26. Jerry-rig anything
  27. Duct Tape
  28. Hand Stand
  29. Composting
  30. Recycling
  31. If it hurts when you do that, don’t do that.
  32. Coffee is good
  33. Generosity
  34. Poetry
  35. Don’t judge
  36. It’s ok to be Catholic
  37. Somersault

There are probably more things, but that is a few.


Jaded Millennial Doesn’t Buy Local Anymore

I love local stuff. But it is expensive and often over indulgent. For example: Coffee. I love it so much. It’s how you know that a place is being gentrified and thrives on an upper middle class economy. Just look for the fancy beer bars and coffee. People tout this local stuff and everyone who is a millennial and can afford it, buys it. Continue reading “Jaded Millennial Doesn’t Buy Local Anymore”

Coffee Interlude: Cake, Jasmine, and Bourbon

This is what I’m roasting and drinking. Four coffees from Sweet Maria’s, and I really like all of them.

Honduras Ocetepeque El Jutal.

I bought 5lbs from Honduras. I liked what the flavor profile looked like: cinnamon, buttery, walnut, and good all the way into Vienna roast. This one I like to refer to as “Coffee Cake”, though it is subtle. I imagined that the bean would show well and be versatile in the levels of roast, the way it is brewed, and if I happen to infuse it with whiskey (which I did, and haven’t tasted yet). Crowd-pleasing coffee.

Ethiopia and Rwanda

I also wanted to venture out into some African Coffees, and I bought beans from Ethiopia (Ethiopia Shakiso 2lbs) and Rwanda (Rwanda Karongi Gitesi 2lbs) that are nicer in the lighter roasts. Most people I don’t think are used to a good African coffee. They tend to be a bit more acidic (citrusy), and don’t lend themselves as well to darker roasts. At the same time they can be very complex with spicy, fruity, and floral notes. I haven’t been able to get a good test on the Ethiopian that I bought, but it is definitely more tea-like with hints of jasmine coming through, it is sweeter, and if you’re paying attention you might think of cherry cola while you drink. It’s an interesting cup, and I can’t decide how I feel about it.

The Rwanda, I think, is my favorite right now. It starts out a bit caramely, honey, tea, and finishes lemony, but in a muted way–like a custard. The roasted beans even have a less classic coffee smell, it’s way more complex, kind of bready sweet flowers. There is a lot you could imagine with this coffee. But it’s not exactly the classic nutty chocolate flavors most people like.

Donkey Decaf Espresso

Donkey espresso decaf (2lbs). This stuff is what I use for my afternoon latte. It’s made to be roasted a bit darker, and with a decaf bean, it looks darker than it was actually roasted. Even with my mediocre (at best) espresso pulls, this bean gets good crema, and taste very strong: bitter, chocolate, nutty, dying to be mixed with milk. SM recommends mixing it with another bean, but I think it’s pretty great the way it is. It’s the closest thing to rocket fuel I’ve drank in a while, and that’s saying a lot from a decaf.

Booze-infused coffee

Booze-infused coffee. I’ve been experimenting with small batches of booze-infused coffee. I’ll let you in on the 6 step process.

  1. Look in liquor cabinet.
  2. “Oh, this is almost empty.”
  3. Look in coffee cabinet.
  4. “Oh, I’m running out of this bean.”
  5. Mix booze and coffee
  6. Soak and stir for a week (1oz/1lb)
  7. Roast
  8. Morning smells like I’m an alcoholic.

I’ve done rum+guatemala (FAV-think bananas foster), rum+el salvador, scotch+guatemala, bourbon+costa rica, bourbon+guatemala, maple whiskey+costa rica, and maple whiskey+honduras. The next infusion will be 3-5lbs with Knob Creek Maple Bourbon turned into a nitro cold brew. It’s a serious experiment.  

I’m already picking out my next beans. I’m still a little shy of the Indonesian region, but I’ll work my way there. I’ll probably pick out a 5lb bag of central/south and 5lb from Africa. Every time Sweet Maria’s sends out their newsletter with the list of new beans, I’m tempted, but I have to get through what I have.

Buy some.

If you’re in Tampa 8oz coffee + dozen eggs $10. Everyone else $8 plus shipping. Venmo (@Paige-Cargioli) or Facebook is great for orders and/or payment. First come first serve. 

8 Things I Have Learned About Urban Chicken Pets

So you’re thinking about getting chickens? Let me give you some advice via my flock of “teenagers” in metro Tampa.

1. If you go to a feed store with chicks: YOU WILL BUY CHICKS.

Continue reading “8 Things I Have Learned About Urban Chicken Pets”

Forgotten Tampa: Living on the East Side of I275

I haven’t been here for very long, but I feel like I’ve learned a lot. I started off in Wesley Chapel, right on the border of Zephyrhills. It’s a small town, country community that is in the middle of suburban explosion (AKA nowhere). There’s a huge new outlet mall, sprawling new subdivisions, and soon a man-made beach and lake community. This place is middle class money.

I hated living there. You have to drive everywhere. You’re miles and miles from the nearest anything. And the closest thing to a traditional “downtown” is Wiregrass Mall. Don’t get me wrong, it’s nice, but it has no life. There’s no sense of history or community or people making things happen, it’s more like major conglomerates and institutions creating spaces of consumption. Only to eventually die, become eye sores, so new ones can move in again after another 30 years or so. It’s depressing.

So, I wanted to move. Continue reading “Forgotten Tampa: Living on the East Side of I275”

30+ Things on 30

This is probably me just bragging, but I’m going to list 30 awesome things that I’ve done, or am thankful for, or make me me. I am 30 now, but lots of people still call me a baby. And the other day some 7th graders were arguing about whether or not I look old enough to have children. I guess that’s a good thing? Continue reading “30+ Things on 30”

Create more. Consume less.

I woke up early this morning. The dog spinning in circles, jumping at my face. She demanded I take her out before coffee. Which I did. A short stroll around the apartment complex she happily relieved herself. I mused about what I might do today, feeling like there was a lot but not really. A long list of things that take little time: clean the bathroom, vacuum, return some emails, and so on. But what do I do? Back up to the third floor. I make my coffee and oatmeal, and them binge watch Netflix. Househunters my drug. I make excuses about it like, “Well, we are planning on buying a house.” Like somehow this is a part of my research. After a few episodes, I think, I should listen to that book on dogs, only a few more hours and I’ll finish. Continue reading “Create more. Consume less.”