My first cup

People say I am too young to remember but I know they are wrong. I’ll never forget the first time I saw that deep brown molten silk gracefully pierce the white of the milk below, creating a marvelously caramel-colored swirl in the bottom of my white cup. my cup – my first unforgettable cup of... Continue Reading →

Coffee talk and grandmothers

"Don't talk to me before my first up of coffee." My grandmother used to wake up at 4:30 am so she could ease into the day, sipping her first cup of coffee uninterrupted. Most of the time nana came across as a patient, kind, generous woman but god help the fool who came between her and... Continue Reading →

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