Coffee comes is many different guises.
- Instant (if you can call that coffee)
- Stove top
I am an Espresso lover. In fact I have been know to be quiet a coffee snob. It comes from months of teaching myself to like coffee and then years of trying to perfect how to make it.
Our coffee machine is the single most used appliance in the house (although that's not saying a lot I'm no cook and clean when needed).
Every morning I make myself a coffee. Often two, sometime three (occasionally four). Mostly its good, every so often its perfect. The coffee to milk to sugar ratios in absolute balance. The milk is frothed to a marshmellowy perfection. On these days I always hope I have the time to sit and quietly drink it. Be thankful and savour every sip.
A lovely friend had this to say about coffee.
Coffee how I love thee, Let me count the ways,
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
Ardently in the morning, a quiet need at night.
I love thy umber sheen, thy steaming visage hot,
I love thee with a passion, too often too needful,
But neglectful ever not.
(lightly pilfered from Ms Barrett Browning)