Tuesday, September 02, 2008

Coffee

The bean, the bean roasted to perfection. Grown in the shade of mountains tended by loving hands. Imparting love through its process. Read that the right cup of outstanding quality and care of preparation can make evev the grayest of skys turn blue. Or something like that. In the front seat is a half pound of sumatra litang. The truck smells of wonder and joym

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

that coffee is laced! Back in the 60's it sounds like....Haight and Asbury like...smoking dude...put that coffee in a pipe!

Namaste'

jj