Uhm, what can you really say about the steadfast standard brew that greets you every morning before you don your armour for the battle that is the coming day.
The drink that we stop at the wee service station in the bitter cold because R. needs a ‘hug in a cup’.
That charming mug that lets you sit down, have a moment, a breath before regrouping.
I am from a land of sunshine and coffee. We worship at the altar of Starbucks and have more flavors of coffee in our grocery stores then Britians have even dreamt existed (and don’t get me started on the amazing creamer flavors — like we could replace all food and drink with creamers in their flavor).
Despite all that I moved abroad, met a Yorkshire man who taught me how to make a proper cup. I am a changed tea-fairy, and all but the coffee flavored candies have seen my back turned to them. I am sorry coffee, where you are a sweet bitchslap to the face every morning, tea is that ‘hug in a cup’ …and we all know which I’d choose. ;)
