Coffee Joy

This morning I am enjoying a nice steaming cup of Ethiopian Harrar coffee with French Vanilla creamer. It’s the perfect cup of sweet coffee.

I don’t have anything else to say. The first sip of my morning cup of caffeine was just so good I had to share.

2 thoughts on “Coffee Joy

  1. I have always loved the smell of coffee. Grew up in a household of heavy coffee drinkers, and so many wonderful memories of hearing Mom up early getting the coffee started or hanging out in coffeehouses with my dad as a kid. Hated the stuff though. Just couldn’t drink it! Yuck!

    But then one day I needed a kick in the butt of some kind, and tea wasn’t going to cut it. I brewed a cup of Lin’s usual espresso, mixed it with a bunch of milk and sugar, and meant to slam it … just for the kick. I discovered not all coffees are equal. The stuff Lin likes was pretty good (though I have since discovered mild roasting and actual cream).

    Now I am a helpless addict. :D