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|Image by Omar_MK via Flickr|
I have had an on-off love affair with coffee over the years. I was first offered a mugful when I was barely into my adolescence- but turned it down in favour of the sweeter hot chocolate! In my late teens I took a month long holiday in Europe and discovered how wonderful coffee really could be and I have had the unfortunate challenge of trying to match that superiority since!
Through my early twenties I made do with the many, cheap, caffeinated soft drinks on offer and the thought of the perfect cup drifted into the background. Until just recently! Small steps at first- I finally worked out how to use the coffee machine at work, giving me free coffee any time I wanted it. Then I was gifted a 'French Press' at Christmas (I called it a coffee plunger until PK's mum corrected me!) and once again I am drinking smooth, liquid gold in copious quantities. Nothing better for a Sunday morning with the paper... or a Wednesday wakeup!