What do you see in the coffee swirls?…
Sarge and I went back to Glasgow for my best friend’s birthday dinner last weekend. After my gift-buying mission was complete and we went here for more vanilla (and hazelnut and gingerbread) coffee syrup, we went to my favourite coffee shop in my old neighbourhood. I lived around the corner from it, and it must have seemed like I held court there. This is the place where I met friends, laughed, gossiped, waited and wrote. I looked out onto…
I like coffee. I greatly esteem coffee. No, I LOVE coffee. I used to ask for it in my milk when I was a kid. Whether going to bed at Nana’s or waking up at Grandma’s house, the smell of coffee and the sound of it percolating are laced into all of my childhood memories. The sound of a spoon ticking its way around a mug is still one of my favourite sounds. I believe my blood is made up…
