Pouring Over
What keeps you warm?
Good coffee is a beautiful thing about being human. A flip book through time.
Grandpa enabled curiosity for the warm, sweet smell early on. He’d pick up doughnuts on weekends we visited; secretly letting me dunk bites of long john in his mug while grandma was in the other room.
As my hair and legs grew long, I began sneaking sips from dad’s post-church cup as we (to my recurring dread) socialized in the lobby.
Eventually caught — outed by a tendency for biting the cup’s Styrofoam edges — I was surprised to be asked if I wanted my own.
Adulthood finally hit in college, when I bought my own 2-cup carafe and began near-constantly brewing up some of the worst coffee you’ve had in your entire life.
Today, I don’t own a machine; just an old glass pour over and kettle. But I love seeking out local roasters nearby and picking up beans when I travel. My favorite little luxury; a gift to myself and loved ones.
The beautiful social excuse; a much needed break in the day: Want to meet up? Late morning cup on me.
Tough day? Great day? Perfect. I even recently discovered the joy of a good decaf.
When enjoying a slow morning just how I like it, all I can think is how grateful I am to still be here.
Love this, Veronica! Idk, there’s just something so grounding about a slow morning and a simple pour-over...Thanks for sharing!