If we were having coffee, I would invite you out on the balcony. I would say how I’ve never had a December like this. We have the windows open most days and had to turn on the AC on Thanksgiving. Not a proper rainy winter down here in the South. The bonsai doesn’t know what … More Weekend Coffee Share: Stumptown Reminiscing
If we were having coffee, it would be simpler this time. I would have the drip ready for us with fresh cardamom pods and meet you out on the deck. If it’s early enough, we might survive the humidity. I would say how I felt coffee culture recede on the migration from Oregon. It seemed … More Weekend Coffee Share: Georgia Edition
If we were having coffee, I would excitedly lead you out to the back porch while the French press steeps. Shuffling past the half-packed boxes of books and the growing towers of other books that I feel need more care than cardboard can provide, I would fling open the door and point. The bonsai has exploded … More Weekend Coffee Share: Damn Fine Coffee with a Bonsai
If we were having coffee, it would be from a moka pot with fresh cardamom and some cognac. I would pretend to ask how much cognac you wanted while pouring the amount that worked best with the flavor of the beans. If we were having coffee, I would say that the move is coming faster … More Weekend Coffee Share: Of Cognac, Cardamom, and Bonsai
The Golden Echo 