clearly, i got spoiled.
drinking coffee that you watched being roasted in your kitchen is.... well, it's probably more amazing than you might think.
and this morning, with my new, adorable little french press, and my bag of coffee that i bought at the roaster down the street (2 days old, no less)- well, together we made a fantastic, nostalgic, absolutely delightful cup. black as midnight on a moonless night.
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