I would call this one a beauty. This cup with coffee rests I just found on the street. Unless the coffee that was served into it was of very bad taste, one cannot say that this is an undrinkable coffee rest, but it is indeed too much coffee left, to call it rests.
I even thought of that traditional line used by parents of my generation, where they claimed it would not be fair to leave food left overs on our plate, because many children in Africa would have nothing to eat. It would be quite contraproductive to send coffee to the lands it came from.
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I have been drinking coffee, eating coffee, thinking coffee. I am no historian, no expert, no missionary wishing to convince you that this particular brew in this particular cup will be the god-shot of your life. But perhaps being a reliable storyteller will help increase – among others – your coffee expectations, your perception in every cup, thus increasing your joy in each. View all posts by sila →
