Coffee freak, nut, obsessed, addicted, bonkers – these are all words that have been used to describe me.
This is a long story, so get yourself a cup of coffee and relax – it’s going to take a while to get through this post!
Wherever I go I’ve got a cup of coffee in my hand. I drive with a cup in my right hand, left hand on the wheel. I carry cups around the house and re-warm them repeatedly. Every time I go to a friend’s or family member’s house they always say, “Wait, is this your cup? I think you left it here last time.” Sometimes it’s two or three cups. It’s a bit nutty.
Some of you may remember when I went to Salt Lake City for quilt market and will recall my panic over the possibility that there wouldn’t be any good coffee. Mavis Quinn was worried for me and she got a 5-gallon container from Peet’s and tried to smuggle it on the plane for me.
My place is Peet’s. It’s my coffee place. I like the Garuda blend and I make it at home every day in an Italian espresso stove top boiler called a Bialetti. (For those of you who read Donna Leon’s mysteries set in Venice, you’ll understand that we’ve named the coffee pot the Brunetti.)
I used to cut the Peet’s coffee with water, but not anymore – it’s straight coffee for me – with milk or cream.