I admit it, hands up, I am guilty......I am addicted to coffee. I started drinking coffee when I was about 11 or 12, in a tea-drinking country, I was quite an oddity! When I was 18, I didn't drink alcohol, I much preferred to have a coffee, but in those days, you couldn't get coffee in pubs and if you did, it was either a filter coffee that had been keeping warm for hours on end, or that hideous instant stuff! Nowadays, it's a different matter, coffee culture abounds, and I for one am sooo happy about it. I remember my first visit to France, the coffee....mmmm, dark brown and fragrant with hot milk served separately in a little jug.. I had died and gone to heaven! Then my first trip to Italy...oh my goodness, the hotel, which had a bit of a Maffioso atmosphere, had the most fantastic coffee machine I had ever seen ,all copper and brass, gleaming magnificence! The coffee it produced, has never been matched, smooth, rich with a perfect crema on top!
|Notice the Irish coffee, all ginger hair and tipsy...how rude!!|
|Look at this little fellow, you wouldn't want to drink it!|
|Gorgeous blue and white (Spode, I think).|
|Aren't these little cuties from Riviera Maison fab?|
|I would love to get my hands on some of these coffee coloured coffee cups.|
Images are from here and here.