My little buddy

My little buddy walks in the kitchen and gets me smiling even before I get my morning coffee! I throw him a compliment and he catches it on his swing out the door with a flare only a confident loving preschooler can muster. He points his index fingers at me like he’s about to shoot a compliment back at me, he winks and declares: “Goody-goood!”. … Continue reading My little buddy

Arabic/Turkish Coffee

As I mentioned before here, I have a love-hate relationship with what Libyans call Arabic coffee, and the rest of the world calls Turkish coffee. In North America I found that Arabic coffee is usually used to refer to Saudi coffee, which is very light (it looks like light green tea, and has a lot of cardamom in it). I actually love the taste of … Continue reading Arabic/Turkish Coffee

Simone

Simone and I first met in grade five, when her family moved to Ticino from Geneve. We immediately hit it off, and remained tight friends until she moved to another city after Jr. High School. She studied tourism and worked for Cross Air until its dissolution into Swiss, and then in a Tourist Information Center until she became a mom. Wanting to be completely engaged … Continue reading Simone

The Best Cup of Coffee

Coffee has been an important part of my life as far as my nostrils can remember: my father prepared his early morning coffee in a stove-top mocha, and every time I make it that way I think of him! But I wasn’t allowed to drink it, until my godmother swept me off to Toulouse (France) to visit her family for the summer, at the tender … Continue reading The Best Cup of Coffee