…is coffee. Actually, it’s probably the people who make coffee that I love the most.
I abandoned todays adventure as the kids were just not up to it, not much sleep has been had at our place, and Blake was a bundle of tears. It all turned sweet when stopping at my favourite little coffee roasters to recover, and the guy roasting beans asked the kids if they’d like to see what he’s up to… Of course they do! Very exciting. Learning about where he sources his beans, the temperature, and how long it takes, and it smells sooooo good.
We walk out with a little packet of freshly roasted beans and I get my short black, all complements of the coffee roaster!
Thank you Miller’s! You made my day x