In my hometown we have (I think it’s still there) a place that roasts coffee and bags it to sell.  Theydidn’t roast coffee every day but when the wind was just right, you could smell it for miles.

coffee

My grandparents drank coffee.  I remember my grandmother having a big glass pot of coffee warming on the stove when we would stop there on Sundays after church.

Mr. Aitch grinds coffee beans every morning and the aroma is wonderful.

My best friend trained her kids to have a pot of fresh brewed coffee waiting for her when she got home from work.

The smell of coffee is a good memory for me.  It’s the smell of comfort.

I know a lot of people who can’t function without a cup of coffee first thing in thh morning.

Me?  I don’t drink the stuff.  Love the smell but not the taste.  My parents would occasionally drink coffee but for the most part they drank tea.  With sugar and milk.

I drink mine with a little sugar.  No milk or half and half unless it’s chai.

Right now I’m on the peach green tea kick.  One cup in the morning and I’m fine but I don’t have to have a cup of tea to function.

tea

In knitting news…I am so close to finishing the collar on the Peony Twist cardi.  I might have to start a new skein for the last row or two.  Binding off early would probably look weird since it would be in the middle of the pattern repeat.

I won’t have much time to work on it tonight.  I have meeting until 8:00 tonight.  My Herringbone scarf/neck warmer has taken a back seat since I started on the Peony Twist Cardi but I brought it with me today just in case I have time between meetings to knit a few rows.