Coffee

When I started drinking coffee, I'm pretty sure I felt like I was splurging when I bought this kind:

And, then... I moved to the national coffee region where there are coffee drive-throughs everywhere. At first, I'd just order a coffee with cream. And, then a barista (a word I'm sure I had never heard of until then) suggested that we order an Americano because it would be fresher and hotter and more delicious. So for a few years we ordered Americanos and added our own cream.

That was fine.

For a while.

Next, we got hooked on this:

 

The thing I liked about it was that I could count on my coffee tasting the same from one Starbucks to the other. If I was in Bellingham, I could generally count on getting the same tasting coffee that I'd get in Atlanta. I thought people who didn't like Starbucks were just being coffee snobs.

And, then, I tasted this:

I had no idea that my lattes could taste so delicious. I began to understand the coffee "snobs" of the world. Not only did it TASTE delicious, it was BEAUTIFUL. 

Pretend like the photo isn't blurry.

The sad thing about my first delicious coffee was that it was in San Francisco. Where in the world would I get a cup of coffee that good in Bellingham?!

Despair.

Until I discovered this:

I'm pretty positive that this is Bellingham's best cup of coffee.

They are not as quick as Starbucks but the drinks are made with care and attention and creativity.

What I'm finding in my "old age" is that the food and beverages I love the best are those that are made not just for sustenance, but with thought.

I think that's what my mother did with the food she prepared. And, so here we are again...back to where it all started for me.

My mama.
♥
Very thankful.