Each and every morning, without fail, I get up, turn on the espresso machine, and make myself a latte for the drive into work.  If you had told my 22-year-old self that I would be a coffee addict, I would have laughed hysterically.  Yet, the Pacific Northwest – coffee on every corner –  crept into my veins.

About four years ago, the Hubby and I did the math of the coffee addiction and discovered exactly how much money we were spending at coffee shops.  Then bought a good espresso machine.  It took a while to get used to, but my inner barista eventually came out.  I can pull a good espresso with the best of them.  And, I can also get milk the right amount of foamy.

Notice the grinder in the upper left hand corner.  That would be the Christmas present I ruined for my husband.  I got it about a week early because I was a bit too insistent about buying a grinder.  It has made a huge difference.

I have no idea why I have a pile of caps on my counter.  The girls as they were dealing with the recycling made a pile of the caps (as they cannot be recycled).  When I went to throw them away, I received shrieks of “it’s for our project”.  Guess we will have the “get your project out of my kitchen” talk.  And the cat food is another mystery.  I’m not sure where it came from (Hubby?).  The bottle of wine is something I know exactly where it came from.   It’s another Pacific Northwest addiction – but for another day.