On coffee

I’m a coffee drinker. There’s no shame in my game. I’m a coffee drinker, and a snobby one at that.

I have an espresso machine and I make myself a latte every single morning. For one, it’s very easy to make it “for one,” rather than a whole pot; second, I use half a cup of milk, so I get half of one of my milks in; third, well, it’s just delicious.

I make it to take to school, and it’s just coffee. It’s just a means to an end. There’s the occasional really good cup, but not always. It’s more of a wake up sort of thing.

I make it on the weekends, and it’s usually good. Sometimes I get more foam than other times. Sometimes it’s much better than others. Well, today is one of those days. One of those perfect cup, perfect foam, pefect cinnamon days. And it’s just those little things that make me happy.

Tags: food