Today is the day. I’m digging out the last bit of the Moroccan coffee that Ron sent me and I’m indulging. It will be pure. Nothing added. Nothing detracted. Just spicy, heady flavours and an aroma that will make me inhale deeply for the rest of the day. Aaaahhhhhhhh.
July 24, 2006 @ 5:50 am | Filed under Cuppa the Day | Permalink |
NursePam Said,
July 24, 2006 @ 7:08 am
Mmmmmmmm. Divine!
Tom Stormcrowe Said,
July 24, 2006 @ 7:52 pm
Coffee, which makes the politician wise, And see through all things with his half-shut eyes.
-Alexander Pope
Good communication is as stimulating as black coffee, and just as hard to sleep after.
-Anne Morrow Lindbergh
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.
-T. S. Eliot
Lady Nancy Astor, Viscountess: “If you were my husband, Winston, I should flavour your coffee with poison.”
Winston Churchill:
“If I WERE your husband, madam, I should drink it.”
A mathematician is a device for turning coffee into thereoms.
Erdos, Paul
Black as hell, strong as death, sweet as love.
- Turkish proverb
The morning cup of coffee has an exhiliration about it which the cheering influence of the afternoon or evening cup of tea cannot be expected to reproduce.
- Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.