It starts first with the sound, the sound of the vacuum sealed bag as I open it, the cacophony of the pressure as it releases is a distinctive sound that brings extreme pleasure to my ears and brain. This mystical music has a way of awakening my nerve endings, and it makes my mouth water. Immediately after the riveting racket from the bag, I experience the rush of fragrance that overtakes and invades my olfactory senses, scrambling my anticipation, my pulse rate increases, I am committed, I am in this for the long haul now, no turning back as the aroma permeates the room. I am speechless as I consider the outcome and carefully pour the wonderful, beautiful beans into the grinder. I press the button, the electric motor comes to life off balanced and rough at first, but as it continues to decimate the flavorful fruit the machine finally steady’s out, revving to a smooth motion that turns the raw bean into a finely ground powder.


Foggy Brain! Is this a new trend…I think not.

It’s real folks (don’t judge me)…can I get a witness from some of my coffee drinking friends?

Drinking from my saucer…


I’ve never made a fortune
 and it’s probably too late now.

But I don’t worry about that much,
 I’m happy anyhow.

And as I go along life’s way,
 I’m reaping better than I sowed.

I’m drinking from my saucer,
’cause my cup has overflowed.


“All bitterness, anger and wrath, insult and slander must be removed from you, along with all wickedness.” Ephesians 4:31 HCSB