Working on my heat gun roasting-fu today. Roasted a pound of Honduras and the last pound of Sumatra. Instead of roasting it 1/4 lb. at a time as I had been doing (and the roast sometimes being done too quickly), I roasted 1/3 lb. at a time, so that there would be a slightly larger thermal mass, hopefully making the operation a little slower and ensuring the beans have been roasted through and through. It went well, 1c at about 5:00-5:30, 2c at about 8:00. I stopped right at the start of 2c, giving me a nice Vienna roast. I put the cooled beans in two 1/2 gal. Mason jars.
Then I did something utterly moronic. I mixed the beans.
I didn't mean to mix them, but mix them I did. I know, NEVER MIX THE BEANS. Wrath of god, dogs and cats living together, and so on.
I had been weighing the finished product as I often do and had dumped the Honduras into a bowl on the scale. Then the phone rang. After the phone call I instinctively grabbed the container of Sumatran beans and dumped them in with the Honduras already in the bowl on the scale. I realized my error in about 2 seconds and was thoroughly pissed at myself. Good thing no one else was around, as I said a few choice words. Now I have 26 oz. of "east-west breakfast blend." Those two kinds of beans couldn't be more different. I hope the flavors compliment one another.
At least I didn't fark up the roast itself, and that went well. Grrrr.