I have a confession to make. I'm probably the world's worst coffee maker. Yup, it's true. Scoop in coffee, add water, push button. Simple right? Not so much. I either make it too weak, or like mud.
But lately I've found myself craving a cup after my morning walk with the bug. Have I now perfected the perfect cup? No. Do I feel competent enough to offer a visitor a cup? Not a chance. Does my apartment smell yummy? Sure does.
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