Words: three - I hate patchouli
Caffeine: morning cup by Stumptown, midmorning cappuccino from Cafe Ladro, late afternoon cappuccino from French Bakery...mmm, heaven
Evil Calories: pear tart, banana bread, strawberry torte, little yummy chocolates and an enormous burger for lunch
Reality TV: Project Runway, Shear Genius
I have not yet let my husband know this, but I have purchased approximately 8 lbs of coffee so far from various cafes around the Seattle area. And I have three days left, two of which are going to be spent in the Queen Anne/Downtown/Capital Hill neighborhood. I still have to hit Vivace Espresso, Cafe Vita and Diva Espresso. I'm screwed. I have no idea how I'm going to get all of this coffee home. But I can't stop myself. I need an intervention.
For the record, I'm not just buying this coffee for me. I'm bringing some back for our friends who inherited my old espresso machine. See, I'm being a "good-will ambassador", really. Traveling the country, bringing tiding of great caffeinated joy. I should wear a sash or crown or something. Convince the people at Northwest check-in at the airport that, yes, my suitcase may weigh 230 pounds, but I'm on a diplomatic mission, here. You can go ahead and charge the $100 for my suitcase being over 50 lbs, but you'd basically be ripping cups of coffee away from those who need it most.