Quality over Quantity

Meet Eleanor. She's not just my coffee machine, she's part of the family.

I take my coffee black (with rare exceptions), and only the good stuff: freshly ground beans, filtered water, none of those flavorless little pods. Every cup feels like it was brewed with love… or maybe obsession. Either way, Eleanor delivers.

She was an investment, yes, but one that has paid me back in countless cups of joy, money saved on outside coffee runs, and endless entertainment when guests hear me talk about her like she's a roommate.

So here I am, cup number two in hand, raising it to all of you. May your coffee be strong, your beans be fresh, and your mornings made just a little bit better by the quirks that keep us smiling. And shouldn't we all invest more in quality over quantity? 

Cheers from me (and Eleanor)