Coffee is my life-blood. I have been spoiled rotten by my barista-husband into a level of coffee snobbery that I previously couldn't have imagined existed. Daniel makes me my own personal pour over almost every morning--even on super busy weekday mornings. I'm now so used to his level of incredible quality that my tastes have outgrown my own humble coffee-making abilities. I'm too coffee-prentious for my self. Ugh. One day I will master the art of the pour over (it involves a lot of precise measuring and temperature control...not my strong suits...) but until then, I'll just have to paint simple watercolors of our beautiful coffee gear that I barely know how to use.
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