A Work in Progress

I seem to write about coffee a lot. I think there's a book in that somewhere. Partly because I know I should write about what I know and love, and partly because I need to get this out of my system. I could begin a new book that revolves around coffee, perhaps a murder mystery or something devilishly good. That goes well with a cup of joe too. Anyway, what is a kaffee klatsch? Just the best thing ever. It is, by Webster's dictionary definition, of german origin and is "an informal gathering for drinking coffee and talking." Um, hello? That's so great. In fact, I do this a lot with my sisters and family. Well maybe not a lot, but when we can, we ge together on saturday mornings, and we talk .. a lot. And we drink coffee ... a lot. So, if you ever, EVER need an excuse for yet another reason why you need to go to coffee with a friend, the reason is your "activity" is defined in the dictionary. You have legitimate meeting, with a legitimate meaning,

Ode to Coffee Some think you are empty, disgusting, void of true taste. Misunderstood are you, hot drink of mine; you who oozes warmth and understanding, that quenches my desire for peace, or inspiration, from this ivory demitasse or mug, sometimes tall or grande and in an excepetion, venti. Oh coffee, depart from my lips only when I depart from this earth- for whom can I rely on for anonymous trust who never judges, doesn't impair (unless a five shot mocha is in order) or doesn't deceive? You awake my senses, every morning, in my pot, and like my dog, you're alway there, wherever I roam ... even on every corner, in most large cities. Coffee, my love, may you stay at my side ... until I feel like tea. -Heather Spiva

Somehow, in one way or another, I end up writing (even if in brief) about coffee in my blogs. This is a habit (not just the writing, but drinking) for a lot of writers, because it really may be the only thing keeping us in our chair -- trying to do what we were called to do -- but suffering horribly at times because of that enormous wall called “writer’s block.” But this post isn’t about walls, and blocks and such. It’s again, about the coffee. Did you know that Swedes (as in the folks of Sweden) are the highest coffee drinkers per capita in the world? My maiden name is Swedish, even though I’m a mix of all things European. And a whopping ¼ of me is Finnish. Though Finland isn’t Sweden, it IS next door to it. And I think that counts as a good explanation as to why I love the black gold so much. This picture is of my most favorite coffee mug in the world. My blog friends Erica and Christy are having a blogfest about coffee cups today. Each blogger is supposed to post their favo