I can’t take my coffee outside at almost minus 50 I am sure it will freeze in the mug that holds it. Instead I stand looking out the glass at the dark sky. The air is filled by icy droplets that make a chilling early morning fog. Amazingly there is a very fine soft snow… Continue reading Have a coffee, keep warm!
There were crystals in the air when I stepped outside this morning. As I braced against the cold I cast my eyes to the sky. The pale white body of the moon was visible against the grey blue sky and I was suddenly aware of the deep quiet of the early morning and the possibilities… Continue reading Let’s Take a Coffee Break
This is an early week coffee. I joined The Weekend Coffee Share group in 2015. It was and still is one of my favourite groups to share in. The premise is that you post about your week as “if we were having coffee…” The link goes up on Fridays and closed on Sunday nights I believe.… Continue reading Strange place to enjoy coffee
The paper coffee cup is burning in my hand, the heat is comforting against the cold. The feel of the plastic lid cracking open and snapping back is exciting and the steam that escapes is rich with a café mocha smell. I know it is too hot to bring the liquid to my lips but… Continue reading If we were having coffee…
I am not sure if I ever shared my new mom coffee horror story with you so I think in light of this month’s theme of non-fiction and todays coffee date I will give a fast overview. This was pre-Keurig for me and actually the catalyst for my husband gifting me my first Keurig. My… Continue reading Non-fiction Coffee
The cauldron is heating up over an open fire and the red orange flames are licking the cast iron sides. The glacier water, no longer glacier, starts to bubble making a nice rolling and bubbling sound. Into the cauldron an aged hand pours a small bowl of brown beans previously ground by a mortar and… Continue reading Coffee boil and bubble
“Don’t’ buy that cup, its haunted!” My friend warned. With an eye roll I stroll to the counter with the cup. Two days later I sit down and try to settle myself in my favourite chair. I cuddle the warm blanket over my legs and a heavy sigh and eye roll follows because I am… Continue reading Haunted Coffee
