What is it about coffee? What is this hold it has on me? It is the aroma? The memories of sitting in my Grannie's kitchen when I was only 4 being poured a cup? (yes, it was mostly milk but still) Actually, I think that might be it. Every time I have a cup of coffee, especially in the afteroon, I think about the fact that my Grannie is probably doing the very same thing at that very moment. Coffee meant we were about to all sit down together and talk about something important or at least about something juicy that Mrs. So and So's daughter did last week.
How many times have you heard people say, "ewwww, church coffee!" But we still stand around and drink the stuff and visit, build on our relationships, get to know that girl and guy over there I never met before. It's all about the coffee...oh wait, I mean it's all about the relationships :) Somehow they just go together for me. What else in my life should be linked to time spent with people I know and don't know? For now, I'll use the coffee angle!
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I love your blog so far; I've blogrolled you! (As you did me, for which I thank you.)
Here's my Big Blog on coffee-ness:
http://johnshore.wordpress.com/2007/04/27/amazing-grace-how-sweet-the-grounds/
Your Belize trip seemed awesome. That guy's BAKERY was ... hunger-inducing, actually...
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