On July 12, 2011 I will celebrate six years of blogging bliss.
It all started with a day of Blueberry picking and big cup of coffee.
I spent many days contemplating the name of this blog, and I finally decided it would be named after my favorite coffee from my favorite store in Fort Worth, TX.
For many years I went to a Thursday morning bible study at Christ Chapel Bible Church and on my way home I would stop at the Central Market for a pound of La Vida Dulce coffee and three (or five) dozen still-hot-from-the-griddle tortillas.
Oh. I miss that place.
I will never forget the afternoon (and I've blogged about this before, but can't find it in the archives) when I went directly to the coffee section and couldn't find the big-bulk barrel of my java junkie joy.
In a panic I chased down the first Foodie I could find (one of their employees) and begged to know the reason for the beverage brush-off.
"Discontinued." she said. As if she hadn't a care in the world.
And she pointed me to another flavor that was good, but not what I wanted.
I hadn't had a cuppa that wonderful brew since.
Oh. I miss that coffee.
Yesterday, as I went to get the mail, I smelled the tell-tale signs that someone sweet had sent me another coffee package. (I have some of the BEST
I had been warned that there might be a package coming this week, but I really had no idea that the surprise would be so...surprising!
Anyway, I opened the box and smelled the aroma and felt the package like a kid at Christmas and knew it was coffee. A lot of coffee. But I made myself wait until I had hiked up our hill before I ripped open the package.
I couldn't believe what it was....
Two pounds of dark- roasted deliciousness.
|The package is BIGGER than our industrial-sized cheese!|
I immediately called up my friend and she told me the story of how she managed to special order these beans...and it wasn't easy...and it took a long time.
Oh. I miss that girl.
But, here I am sipping away, and feeling lavishly loved.