I’m on a posting frenzy, but before I sign off for the evening, I feel I must discuss first words that form the title of my blog. Coffee Beans. Be still my heart. I love, deeply appreciate and get ridiculously excited over coffee. The relationship with this particular bean began at my dear Grandma’s kitchen table in her farmhouse when I was still in single digits. She made Folgers, poured it in a small mug sporting the name of a seed company, and filled the rest of the mug with milk. Something about the taste hooked me and has kept me ever since. My love for coffee has landed me a job at a coffee shop throughout high school, and has led me to spend generous amounts of each paycheck on the beverage to this day…don’t get me wrong. I’m not ridiculous about it. I have boundaries…thanks to my husband.
There’s something about a cup of coffee. Coffee brings a host of memories. Most meetings with friends and family are around a cup of coffee. It’s special and it’s a gift.
My personal favorite coffee is Starbucks. It’s one part of the city I’ve retrained after moving to the farm. Thank goodness, my husband has gained a appreciation for the brand, albeit small compared to mine. I love me a venti, skinny, no whip, decaf, iced white mocha whenever time allows. BUT, I am experimenting with ways to DIY my drink of choice at home, considering that we are still in a recession and each trip to starbucks heaven costs me at least $4.60. I am grateful for my fellow blogger and farm woman (link to come) who has offered a recipe that will hopefully satisfy my palate. I have yet to try it, and will update you as soon as possible. What is your coffee of choice? Maybe I’m a little to obsessed. Post freely here. Until later, mugs up.