It wasn’t until age who-the-heck knows–somewhere after twenty-five and before sixty–that I embraced coffee. Now I adore it!
But only iced with (shame on me) full-fat milk and stevia. I pretend the stevia un-does the whole-milk damage.
Todays breakfast is in a wee teeny glass Jim stole from a bar in Hong Kong while on leave from Viet Nam.
I LOVE this little glass. Jim maintains he swiped it just for me. Since I am embracing the “manifest-your-future” thinking I pretend he knew I was–eventually–a part of his life.
It’s cute, right? For a long time it lived in the garage holding pencils. I only recently promoted it to kitchen favorite.
I have to amend the “no go to China” thing. I would LOVE seeing Jim Peng, Maple and Miss Gao again. They were an enormous gift in my life.