For the Love of Coffee

My favorite thing to do on a Saturday afternoon:



I told the young Barista (if it is a dude, is it still Barista? Or does it change, like become Baristus? I’m going to go with Baristus), okay, so I told the young Baristus in the blue skinny jeans that the¬†tiramisu ¬†latte he made for me was so pretty that I needed to take a picture before drinking it.

“Thanks,” he said. “The art on top is my favorite part of making a latte. It’s what makes me love it.”

Thank you, young Baristus in the blue skinny jeans, for loving something, and caring about something, and spreading the good feelings that accompany that to others, in this case, me.

PS. With coffee on the brain last night, I thought about my bucket list desire to try a rare and magical kind of coffee that is known to retail for over $50 a brewed cup. An either odd looking or adorable cat-like animal (depending on your perspective) chooses the best coffee in nature, digests the beans, and people take the beans from the animals poo (I guess the digestive enzymes do something amazing?). After Googling pics of Kopi Luwak (okay, I couldn’t remember that name, so really I googled, “coffee animal poop”) I am officially taking trying the Civet cat coffee off of my bucket list. You Google it. Would you try it? I was all for it until I saw this: