Mon Amour

I have fallen in love again. It was tentative at first - a flirtation. Small meetings early in the daylight, mostly on lazy Friday mornings. Then I was emboldened. The "chance" encounters became more frequent. I was creating vivid dreams when I went to bed - gazing out the window thinking about our next visit during the day... Then today, full-blown infatuation. I stood, immobile, eyes closed, savoring each moment. My husband slept just upstairs. I had banished the cat to the yard. I wanted it all to myself. My own private espresso love affair...

Yes, I've fallen prey to that bad, dark boy - the espresso roast. The trip to Paris pushed me forward just like I knew it would. Twice, sometimes 3 times a day I found myself gazing down at my precious, in its cute little tiny cup, head full of foam. My mother always warned me about the dangerous ones. And for the most part I've tread just this side of the precipice. Now however, I've flung myself right into the abyss.

It was the small brick of espresso I brought back with me. Smuggled in my luggage, protected by layers of dirty socks. I had put off opening that package, trying to use up the rest of the poor excuse for grounds I had purchased back in the states. But after perusing this site yesterday I knew the jig was up. I knew I would finagle my way back to the good stuff. And I was completely beguiled this morning. I was like a junkie waiting for the next fix, I was. It was pathetic! But oh...how it's hot warmth with perfect foam felt going down...pure magic...