It took a while for me to accept that I am not, in fact, a coffee snob. I’m not a coffee expert, authority, connoisseur, or even just a discerning drinker, no matter how much I thought I wanted to be.
Last week, I gave my friend a dictionary as a wedding gift. I’m reminded of that classic moment in the movie Toy Story when the toys are all spying on Andy’s birthday to see what the presents are and Sarge and his little green troops report that one of the presents is a lunchbox. To… Continue reading Coffee with Melville