how I became a home coffee roaster Folgers (coffee in a can) was a staple in my childhood home. My parents loved coffee (cream, no sugar) and they believed that Folgers was the best. They had coffee for breakfast, in the afternoon, and always when company came by. As I was entering teenagerhood I beganContinue reading “My Coffee Journeys”
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Since I was about eight years old I have dreamed of visiting Bali. (Strange I know but that is another story.) I often daydreamed of the white beaches bordered with palm trees, the sound and smell of ocean waves lapping against the shore, but especially of the mysterious mountain that I imagined loomed over her.Continue reading “The Portrait in My Cup”
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Coffee, Tea, and Reverie 