I’m writing this with a cup of black Cosi brew within reach of my right hand, a short distance from my mouse.
Black Coffee. On a Saturday morning, sitting in front of my laptop in the quiet office with the silence broken only by the almost rhythmic blasts of horns from the street below.
I never would have thought that the day would come when I take my coffee without milk. Cambridge took the milk out of the tea for me. Age seems to have taken the milk out of my coffee. Continue reading “On Coffee – A is for Arabicas, and B is for Black”