I had some dreams, they were clouds in my coffee.  ~Carly Simon
Anyone who has been reading this blog for any amount of time or has had the unfortunate experience of being on a trip with me where the only brew available is the gas station variety knows that I love good coffee. I’ve got sort of an embarrassing number of posts about it.
I collect coffee cups and choose the perfect one every morning.  When I moved I had two full and impressively heavy cardboard boxes full of them.  Ok, so …