11 September 2010
[Image from Wikimedia Commons]
It's Saturday, the end of my writing week. What better time to celebrate the fuel of writing life -- coffee.
I'm far from being a coffee snob. I enjoy a coffee when I'm out and about (flat white -- it's an Australian term -- just means, with milk). But when I'm home I drink it black, sugarless and ... instant.
Told you I'm no snob.
My coffee of choice is from Oxfam. Colombian Fair Trade. Two cups in the morning so my brain wakes up. Then lunch onwards it's tea time. That little insomnia factor.
Anyway, that's my coffee moment over. If you were expecting a museum post, try the link to the Museum of African Art. I love the beauty of weaving.