Thoughts that I end up with after hours of boredom and solitude. Actually, I just love to write, but am lazy for a diary so guess this bloggage is a better deal:-D
Tuesday, 14 August 2007
Coffee time
Being a South Indian and moreover coming from a coffee addicted family , my morning starts with a hot cup of freshly brewed coffee.This beautiful tradition of mine took a set back after marriage until Mr Coffee came into our home.Its not that I name every appliance I get, it so happens that the coffee maker is called so and hence the attribution!Now gone are the days of instant coffee,my coffee now is freshly brewed at any time I set it for,making me a wee bit lazier.But well,the 8 months of being deprived of this beverage had to be made up for and what better than a little pampering?
So heres to Mr Coffee and all his counterparts who makes our everymorning a special one and also to the 9th century Ethiopian who brought this cup of life to us!
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