This is me in the mornings, and these days, like Maddie, I can’t wait to get some coffee in me.
Coffee has become a real passion of mine lately. The aromas of fresh-ground beans and a newly brewed pot are heady.
Don’t get me wrong–I’ve always been someone who’s loved his cup of joe every morning, but now I find I’m craving it like a long-lost friend. I see images like this — of coffee and beignets at Cafe du Monde in New Orleans — and remember specific moments in time and place where I was enjoying coffee.
A friend whose family lives in Guatemala (she’s from there, originally) recently brought me a few pounds of beans, so I’ve been grinding my own. Wonder if that’s what’s lead to this renewed relationship with coffee? Maybe I’ll get out my old French press again, scald some milk and whip up a cafe au lait. It could become my new morning ritual.