March 04, 2008

There are three sounds that you'll hear in our house quite often. First, you will hear the whistle of the kettle telling us that the water is boiling. Second, you will hear the whir of our coffee grinder turning our whole coffee beans into coarsely ground goodness. And finally, you will hear the beep of our timer telling us the coffee is ready. Some mornings, the time from when we combine the grounds and the hot water (200 degrees exactly) to the time (four minutes exactly) the coffee is ready to drink feels like an eternity. But I must say, we make the best coffee. There is really nothing like it. I'm so thankful to the girl that Andy dated before me who introduced him to the french press method of brewing coffee. We have never done well with drip machines. In fact, the machine that we had was actually infested with roaches. I guess that's what you get if you leave something that retains moisture on your counter in South Carolina.

In the mornings while Deacon and I eat breakfast, he'll often ask for coffee. He has been watching us drink it for 2 years now and since we are his heroes, he wishes to drink it also. I usually give him a small espresso cup to drink just a little bit of coffee and lots of milk. I know that he feels really cool when he drinks it. And after he takes each sip, he lets out a satisfying "ahhhhh" sound. Just like is mama and papa do while they drink their first cup of the day.

Thank-you, God, for coffee.

thecordialchurchman

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TulipGirl

March 23, 2008

When my third son was five years old he said, “I just figured it out. . . You can’t take care of us if you don’t wake up, and you can’t wake up without coffee.”

Interestingly, I wasn’t a big coffee drinker until he was born. Almost immediately my taste buds and desires changed, and since then I’ve been a coffee-drinking fiend. (Well, except the first year in Ukraine when I tried to adopt black tea instead, in the spirit of adapting to the culture. Returned to coffee after that, though.)

Allison

March 05, 2008

He’s such a handsome little guy, with good taste like his folks. We have that same sweater. Don’t you just love Target? :)I don’t think I’ve seen a picture until now. Such a cutie! And expressive!

Though I don’t drink coffee, my sis-on-law the barista swears by the french press.

Amelia

March 05, 2008

Hi Ellie- I LOVE coffee as well, and am addicted! You have given me the desire to purchase my very own french press..haha!:)

ellielaveer

March 06, 2008

Thanks Allison. Yup, it’s a target sweater. I don’t buy many clothes from there, but that sweater was too cute to pass up. It’s hard to capture the classic looks on a two year old because they are either running around or hamming it up for the camera. When D sees a camera, he squints his eyes and shows off his teeth. Cute, but I want to capture his big eyes in pictures.

Amelia- Do it!!! Join the french press community. I need to get you over here to make you a cup.