my fav cup of coffee

it just used to be a lay-enby’s italian espresso, maybe scooping some sugar on a tiny spoon and dipping it into the crema. it might had also been reluctantly sipping on whatever my sibling or dad told me was “third wave” and “much better”. While obviously refusing to admit I was intrigued by a whole new set of sensations.

I really enjoyed learning about busy espresso bars in Rome or the way Triestines prefer to drink from little glasses. And now I enjoy learning about yet another different way to process yet another different variety of coffee. sometimes you get lost in the shimmering, penny colored sauce.

deep down you know. Your favorite cup is gonna be characterized by its context rather than its content.

“sometimes you get lost in the shimmering, penny colored sauce. ”