It is no secret that I truly enjoy coffee. Below is a pic of my friend and I enjoying Starbucks in Turkey. Why I did this I will NEVER KNOW, because Turkish cafe is far superior.
I do. I love the way it tastes, the way it smells…the whole experience of it all. This was my mug in Turkey. EVERYBODY kept taking my mug, hence the Turkish warning…
I love to drink it alone – you KNOW Q doesn’t touch the stuff – or with friends. Fluffy coffee in Europe with friends is tres fab! I mean these places don’t have “to go” cups… It’s ALL about the experience. And they serve it on cute trays.
All my friends who drink coffee assume that I will have a French press of something yummy ready to brew. I also am fully stocked of creamer for when they arrive. I prefer caffeinated coffee because the beans have more oil and I personally feel a “fuller” flavour. But I don’t like to be addicted to anything, so I DO drink decaf as well to throw myself off. And if I’m worried about becoming addicted I drink tea. I let Gooner try my coffee once because I didn’t think she would HONESTLY like it. She did. Does. Whatever. She always asks first, but I let her stick her finger in my “foffee.” And because I run her life, ie: am MOM….which is totally crazy in my brain at times…everything comes out as a question. “Foffee?” It’s only fair that she gets a drop since she is my personal barista.
Gooner helps me grind the beans, but I don’t let her deal with the ground beans or “grounded beans” if you have NO IDEA what you are talking about. I HATE stepping on coffee ALL DAY LONG. Somehow whenever she “helps” me we get ground beans EVERYWHERE. Which wouldn’t be a big deal but she then wants to help me sweep. She’s a good helper she is!
Ding! Time to push the French Press: That’s HER job.
It takes TWO hands and bed hair to push it properly.
Sometimes I will try to help by using my thumb, and she ALWAYS follows suit. Her two year old thumb is just not that strong though…
Coffee tastes BETTER if the inside of the mug is a different colour than the outside…. What do you think?
Yum! I feel like I’m raising an addict. But that’s not all bad. Last week I was ill and couldn’t work out for three days. Gooner was VERY distraught that we couldn’t do Turbo Fire. VERY. When it is time to work out, it is time to work out, and we do NOT deviate from this schedule. So what did we do….we watched Turbo Fire from the couch. Oh yes we did.