The dog ate my jeans this morning. I thought that was a good enough reason to take a few minutes to grind the Wandering Goat coffee beans and french press coffee for my to go cup. Truthfully, it was one of the best parts of the day.
Kathleen thoughtfully sent me some French Roast beans from her favorite roaster, Wandering Goat Coffee Company, in Eugene, OR. I treated myself to a slow Sunday morning ritual….opening the bag, savoring the aroma, finding the grinder, pulling out the french press, choosing my mug. I was rewarded with one of the best cups of coffee I have had in a long, long time.