Morning Rambling

I’ve been totally ditched this weekend to use the vocabulary of my daughter. Artist is off with her family, doing… well…I guess family stuff. I only wish I knew her itinerary so I could warn them of the potential cookie thief amongst them.

Hubby is working and already planning the fishpond. He is bringing home these huge slabs of god knows what to put around the edge. He wants to me to buy beer to entice the young men hanging around the girls to help pour cement to finish off the one section of patio. The best laid plans of mice and men.

I just felt the first twitch of caffeine. I was beginning to worry there. I think my coffee addiction is getting the better of me. The cast of play I just directed gave me a little key chain with the words:

"Given enough coffee I could rule the world."

True. Very True.

I love the smell of coffee first thing in the morning. It doesn’t matter if it is the coldest day in winter or the warmest of summer days. In the winter it offers warmth and coziness of being trapped indoors. In the summer, the aroma permeates the dewy morning air, while it perks on the stove wafting through the open kitchen windows.

After dinner I love to have a pressed coffee for desert. A pressed, is using the coffee carafe that has a filter like a plunger. You put the coffee in the bottom of the carafe and pour boiling water over it filling the carafe to about two inches from the top. I let it stand for about three to five minutes then push the filter down. Pour into cup, add cream and sugar to taste then sip. Ooooh it’s so good. Almost as good as sex, even better some days.

I think today is a pressed coffee day with the looming rain clouds. I think I’ll cuddle up with a book and the dogs on the sofa with my elixir of life. Now that's a plan.