Coffee is my love language. I spend time with it every morning, and most afternoons…even some evenings. It is a very sweet relationship that I have with coffee. I am just playing, but really and truly I do love some coffee. So I am always trying new ways of enjoying my favorite drink! French Press is my method of choice when it comes to brewing a strong cup of coffee. The pressing creates a smooth but bold flavor, and it eliminates the bitter and acidic aftertaste. I don’t know about you but sometimes I just want to have a cold drink in the afternoon, and iced coffee always hits the spot.
I am thinking about time travel today and not because I have been watching Cosmos. I am thinking about time travel because I want to go back to a specific place in time. I want to go back to Elko, Nevada, March 1960. My mom would be nine years old. She would most likely be in the sweetest dress you have ever seen with her hair bouncing in its natural curls. My full-blooded Irish great-grandmother Hortense would be in the kitchen. In the kitchen she would be busy but not too busy to be singing. She would be signing the songs of her homeland while her hands moved quickly. Not too quickly of course to lift a spoon to my mom’s lips and offer her a taste of the meal to come.