Seems to be one of the few positive contributions that I am making around here.
I can stop for a coffee when dropping someone off. I can pick up coffee and bring it back to anyone who I would like to see vertical, rather than hanging out in bed, in a chair or on a couch. (I will include tea drinks for the non-coffee people in my household).
And it is not that I can’t make a pot of coffee. That happens regularly. I even have a small steamer to which I can add milk in order to make my own cafe-au-laits. Or non-dairy flavorer additives (probably complete with a full set of chemical additives and preservatives) should I want to create an imitation of flavored beverage.
But there is something nice, and perhaps comforting about picking up a coffee on my way somewhere.
It isn’t as nice as going out for an afternoon tea in England. Or a morning coffee in a German or French Cafe in spring.
But it will have to do for now.
