celebrating The Bean. {Pinteresting Wednesday #2}

this is an emergency post (or, as David Tennant would say, "a-mair-gency". :P no, i'm not a fan of Doctor Who. that doesn't minimize the man's incredible accent). so, it's an "a-mair-gency" post--because i am behind my blogging schedule, still have several emails to reply too, and had this sitting in my drafts folder. voila.

the coffee bean. 

because they are meant to be together. they are practically married. you know, a couple weeks ago i found the most delectable cappuccino candle? talk about dying and going to coffee-heaven! anyone figured out i have an obsession yet? "poor michaela. . .she needs HELP." 

this is truly one of the cutest pins ever pinned to pinterest. just adore in every way possible. has to do with my favorite beverage, and is terribly hilarious and awesome. also, note that eSpresso is spelled correctly. that is of much importance. eXpresso is. . .not the same. nor is it proper. one would get strange stares if they happened to walk into a coffee shop in italy and asked for a shot of eXpresso. take it from a coffee snob.

which is why it's illegal in my home. cheap meaning starbucks. yes, i just said that--bravely. the beans are BURNT, ppls! purposely. and robusto beans are the lowest quality out there. what your tasting at starbucks is not strong coffee--it's burnt. truly "strong" coffee is rich, smooth, dark. ok, so it's possible to drink starbucks in flavored form. . .a mocha, for instance. burnt beans disguised with pounds of sugar and  chocolate. if you want to torture yourself that's your problem. :P 

dreamy sigh. 'nuff said.

see? understand the lesson and take it to heart. this pin gives me hope for humanity.

coffee in London. . .would make life just about perfect. 

and i could continue with the pins. but i'll spare you--unless you're really curious and happen to check out my "frappelattechino" board. it's crammed with everything and all COFFEE related. a true addicts board. of course coming back and finishing up this draft for The Blog, i'm lamenting my coffee fast. it's just too tempting. . .all these pics of steamy, rich, beautiful coffee. but i shall live.

until the next cuppa joe,

--Mich.

bring me java, bring me joy

"Michaela, you HAVE to stop drinking coffee!" - yeah, I'm on my second cup, and well, I'm zinging - and singing, about the house. As and Irish lass might say, "slap-happy.com!" [they have this cute way of adding .com, .org, Avenue, etc to expressions. "Coffee AVENUE!" ] The other day I walked into a coffee shop with my sister and dad, Java Joe's; cute, boutique-ish, homey little place. . .modern coffee shop to the max. Walked up to the counter to order - now mind you, I come from an ESPRESSO (with and "S", not an "x",) drinking family. We're Italian. . .real Italian, not the American-no-clue-about-anything-European type. My mom was born there; my uncle owns a coffee business. It's literally my blood type, though my mom attributes my nuttiness to all the chocolate she ate while pregnant. Whatever. It's all caffeine. So anyway. . .I ordered what is considered a "strong" American coffee. . .a little espresso and all hot water: "Now, you know this is STRONG coffee" [yes, Anna and I look 12]  "not the kind you'd get at McDonalds or a gas station." 

Actually I don't prefer drinking coffee-flavored hot water, thank you. The stronger the better. Oh, and I can't help that I happen to be wearing a child's size 16 sweat jacket. . .

Happy National Coffee Day. 

It proclaims all things hyper, delicious, the-jittery-feeling I'm starting to have from TOO much of the creamy, aromatic, beautiful stuff. For some reason Irish folk songs - the super-corny, lovable ones, are stuck in my head. What a better combo for a perfect type of day? It feels like fall, I'm happy, (praise the Lord, after a bad week!) relishing my perfectly brewed coffee and singing Taylor the Latte Boy [thanks to my friend Kate. Gotta love Broadway-style songs!] and The Lord of the Dance. . .and The Irish Rover. Random "chats" of over 300 comments under a facebook status [my mom and I are quite the pair] complete the morning. There is cleaning to be done, emails to write. . .a puppy to be cared for. I've gotten requests for more Nick posts - does anyone agree? He's getting so big and bushy - I think it's about time for his first "puppy trim."

Taylor, the latte boy

Bring me java, bring me joy

Oh Taylor the latte boy

I love him, I love him, I love him.