My drive to my previous job took about 30 minutes on a good day. It started invariably with a cup of coffee from Little Amps Coffee Roasters in Harrisburg and ended in Strinestown at the largest dry grocery warehouse in the world, a giant building 20 stories high that stretches the highway for a good three quarters of a mile. I can’t say that the sunrise over the steam clouds of Three Mile Island wasn’t awe inspiring but it wasn’t wholesome per se.

I woke up to a light drizzle this morning. With the first sip of coffee of the day, I opened my arms and embraced the smell of lavender and rain with a giant hug.

I said hello to the chickens and the cows, picked a couple berries along the way and put on my whites. I work on charcuterie projects all day!


Coffee is the only thing in life that never disappoints.

Unless it’s bad coffee of course. But when in doubt, I drink a cup of good coffee. It makes me happy. But so do eggplants or a light breeze or a smile from a stranger or a sweet message from a distant friend. Maybe I’m just a happy person.

But coffee is good. 

One more cup of coffee then I’ll go to work.

There is a lot of theatrics here. Milk is poured and mixed from a mile-high. Then poured into a double cup with the dense coffee base, which the customer tosses and turns into a homogenous mixture. Coffee roaster at Goubert Market

Tamil Nadu has a great coffee culture. Thanks to coffee, I find that Chennai and Pondicherry are the only places on my travels through India where shops open before 9 AM.

Lucky for me, there is a coffee shop at every corner! The wet market in Pondi even has a delicious smelling coffee roaster, which reminds me of the Kuru Kahveci Mehmet Efendi store between the Tahtakale Markat and the Egyptian Bazaar in Istanbul. The smell infuses the entire block with the best smell in the world. I love food markets. I love food markets with coffee roasters even more. 

Pondicherry, Tamil Nadu, India