February 5, 2013
Every morning at 6:00 I have the exact same routine:
Wrap up in a blanket or robe, slip into big woolly slippers, then silently make my way to the kitchen.
When everyone else is still asleep, I feel like I'm opening my day with a sacred ritual that begins with brewing the perfect pot of coffee. Whether the beans are percolated, dripping slowly through an unbleached filter into my cherished Chemex Pot or pressed through the fine sieve of the stainless steel French press, the whole act is very near a religious ritual.
A good cup of coffee is my prayer for the day ahead.
Posted by Heidi von Tagen at 4:44 PM