Coffee

It started, as these things often do, with a book. Not a new book, exactly—just new to me. One of those titles that practically taps you on the shoulder from across the digital aisle:

There’s a particular cup at my favorite café in Quincy, Brew haha. It’s not just a cup, it’s the cup—the one they always seem to hand me, even if I don’t ask. Red on the outside, patterned like someone took the time to make something decorative just for the joy of it. Thick-walled. Just the right heft. It fits the hand like it knows the weight of slow mornings and second chances.

Hanging out at Midtown Coffee in Quincy, Ca. Rainy day. Reading, drawing, and this: Coffee: Ethiopian dark Grub: Cherry turnover

Coffee: San Francisco Bay French Roast beans (Costco) Adulterated with: Kirkland Organic Virgin Coconut Oil Kerrygold Pure Irish Butter (unsalted)

For the last 5 years or so, I’ve been mixing coconut oil and butter in my coffee. And, I love it.

Cafe: Alleycat (closed) Grub: Dark coffee of the day, black, served with sticky bun