I like to buy my coffee from a small local roaster, because they have great coffee, are a local business, and are really incredibly friendly. The best customer service I've ever gotten. But their hours are a little limited. They're often not open when I get down there. And when I say "I" I mean Gregg, of course. They're located across the street from Peak, so I try to get him to take a break during the day to run over and get me some coffee. But no luck this week. And I used up the last of my coffee beans yesterday. Well, the good beans anyway. I have some bad backup beans that I got at the grocery store to use in a brown sugar coffee body scrub, but it's really better as a body scrub than it is a beverage.
So this morning I woke up thinking that Gregg had brought home two pounds of coffee beans from Legacy. Way too much for my small-time consumption, but it still pleased me. Took me a few minutes to realize that it had just been a dream. A glorious, beautiful dream. Normally I don't remember my dreams at all, but I was so happy about the coffee beans that I could smell them. Now, I'm a little sad.
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Steph,
Tony and I completely understand. What is the world without coffee! I hope you have rectified the situation!
Sandy
Definitely. I'm overflowing with coffee at the moment. I've started using a "Toddy" maker to brew up a bunch in advance. I like the low acid brew process, and love having "iced" coffee on hand for the summer. Though we discovered in Katoomba, and thereafter, that "Iced Coffee" means something completely different in Australia (Ice cream, whipped cream, ...) than it does in the US (Ice cubes).
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