Some people considered coffee making a morning routine. Others made an art out of it. She had elevated brewing a good cup to a precise ceremony. Just before morning dew pearled up on the lushious grass around the house, she filled the old kettle and left it to slowly warm up on the stove. She’d…… Continue reading The perfect cup… – FFFC
I don’t drink coffee. I love the smell of it, but it just won’t make it past my lips. I never could drink it, and I doubt that will ever change. I learnt to make coffee as a child. There was always a pot brewing in the house, because both my parents drank it…… Continue reading Coffee is dangerous…
I enter the building that I fondly call “home”. Indeed, after all the overtime spent at the office during the last five years, I’ve come to think that I actually live here, and that I rented a chalet (my apartment) only for the goodwill of Mireille and Fiou. I even considered making a change…… Continue reading M – Part Twelve
Cyranny's Cove 