Mmm, coffee.

I love love love coffee – French pressed and black. I took decaf yesterday morning and regretted if by lunch time. I turn my nose up a the Maxwell house in the kitchen at work and go about spooning tablespoons of Indonesia’s finest into my little single serving bodum (not to be confused with my moderately sized bottom).

I went black during my brief stint at Starbucks and have decided that I will never go back because if I am going to add all that sugar and cream I might as well have an iced white mocha (which is delicious). There is something to pure and perfect and slightly badass about taking your coffee black – plus, I’m not going to lie, it will totally keep you regular. Hot!