A Mission Call! – To Cyprus!

My community in the Bronx is truly a crossroads of cultures. And nowhere do I find this more than in our local grocery store. It’s an adventure every time I shop! Don’t even get me started on the butter counter. Today I saw this! Coffee from Cyprus. I’m fascinated. The bags on the left are…

Uncle Kermit

My first coffee memory is of my Great Uncle Kermit. After fighting in WW2 – artillery (Paton’s Third Army,) he came back and lived his life quietly in the mountains of Utah as a sheep herder. Every spring, we’d drive down to the ranch in Salina and chase the newborn lambs. Later, in the summer…