Gathering The Courage To Speak Up
Em, you know, I’ve discovered that making coffee in a French Press is too divine not to have every morning. In all the time it takes to wrestle one goddamn cup out of that rotten Keurig, I could have 3 or 4 full-bodied cups o’java that taste almost like butterscotch. I can’t afford the stupid pucks for that Keurig thing, so am reduced to the … Continue reading Gathering The Courage To Speak Up