Thoughts on coffee and over coffee . . . a collection of meandering pontifications.
Since my dad returned from his many international mission trips laden with incredible coffees from around the world, I have had a craving for well-roasted beans. At that point in my coffee-lover’s career (elementary and middle school), I simply inhaled the aroma of freshly brewed coffee, as I simultaneously groaned at my blaring alarm clock. Fast forward to freshman year of college, and I found myself enrolled in an 8 a.m. Ancient Hebrew course in a dreary basement classroom with a professor who alternated between his monotone voice and his monotone voice. Start my obsession and addiction to drinking coffee.
Since then, I have cultivated a taste for delicate coffees, robust brews, vanilla black teas, and delightful cafes in which to sip said lattes. Very few of my countless journal entries were added without a companionable mug nearby.
Reflections in this category include cafe and coffee reviews, prayer journal entries, and the random meanderings that result from drinking very good coffee.