So tell me: which is it for you? Coffee? tea? bit of both? I'm a coffee drinker. Diehard. Recently, I'll admit it, I've been sipping the odd Redbush tea, and liking it, but I'm not a real cup of tea drinker. It's coffee every time. Without milk, without sugar, very strong. Round here we say "strong enough for the spoon to stand up in". We enjoy coffee so much in this house that when we moved here, we planned a fancy coffee machine into our kitchen. But honestly? It can be a bit too much like hard work. It needs a lot of cleaning and a lot of emptying and a lot of filling. It's handier just to put on the kettle
The best bit about the coffee machine (or worst, if you don't like to hoard. Not me, then) is the empty coffee bean tins. We aren't saving any more, because we found a cheaper way of buying beans (thanks to the bean counter here, er, counting beans); but we do have quite a collection. Every so often Little E likes to stack them up in a pyramid and then cover his ears and wait for the crash. I keep meaning to do something useful with them. If I could get blackboard paint to stick, I think they'd look good, or washi tape, maybe? That would be a lot of washi tape, though. I'll keep thinking.
Get It Scrapped recently asked me for a layout about drinking coffee and so I set to work to make one about the empty cans. But, as I pushed the paper around, trying to echo on the page what I could see in the photo, it turned into a different story altogether. I started to think about the way I drink coffee. And that's where my second question of the day comes in. Out? or in? Because I've realised that my chief pleasure in drinking a coffee at home is in enjoying it while doing something else on my own. I like to read or blog hop or maybe write a list. Quietly, with my head down, without talking to anyone. I like to have guests round my kitchen table for a meal, that's when the chat gets going, but for a coffee? with friends? A coffee shop is best.
Why is that? What is it about sitting at a table, surrounded by people we don't know that makes me - and my coffee friends - want to talk more? We spill more secrets when stranger might hear. Like telling your life story to someone you have never met as you sit beside them on a bus. A bit like that. Or is it just me?