coffee is how we start the day. hot bold black coffee. columbus says it’s way too strong, but this is from a man who makes coffee that his son says tastes like ‘sockwater’. our coffee must be an acquired taste.
when we travel we seek out starbucks (and, to be honest, small independent coffee cafes as well) to stop and have a double espresso. now that we are a teeny weeny bit older, it’s not as smart to have huge cups of coffee while driving long distances. there’s a teeny weeny bit of an issue with not enough rest areas now. so we try to be smart.
every single time we stop for a double espresso we take a picture and then we send it to 20. we have pictures of double espressos in illinois and indiana, in colorado and wisconsin, in florida and georgia, in north and south carolina, in kentucky and tennessee, in connecticut and massachusetts, in new hampshire and rhode island, in new york and pennsylvania, in washington and idaho, in iowa and kansas, in montana and north dakota and minnesota, in missouri and california, in amsterdam and brussels, in paris.
coffee has always been one of our touchstones. from the very beginning d and i spoke about and revered coffee, together. i learned early on from my sweet momma and my poppo how to coffee-sit and it is with them in my heart, coffee in hand, we continue the tradition.
as each day ends and d sets up the coffeemaker for the next morning, dogdog listens for all the familiar sounds he knows that signal the end of the day. he waits on the bed for his bellybelly and then time for sleep. and he knows, too, that when he wakes we will sit with our hot black bold coffee the next morning. without fail.