A girl & her Chemex

The rain pattered again't the window as I sat in Hattie's enjoyin' brunch. The conservation came and went but my mind stayed occupied on the same. I'd seen that World Market was havin' a discount on Chemex. I'd wanted one. Yearned for one as long as I could remember. To taste that perfect pour over i'd do. To know I'd mastered the art. I'd become sort of a coffeein recent months. That annoyin' friend who knew it all and which local spots were the best.

I hurried to the store after Brunch content that I'd bought myself the largest size they had. Filters to match. As I waited in line to pay my mind was brought to a conversation from months earlier.

*phones rings*
Momma; " I wish you would get your account changed over so I don't have to see what you spend your money on. But, anyways I accidentally clicked on you and oh my goodness why do you spend so much money of coffee?"

Me: "I do not, as I wearily rise from the bed. If only she could see me"

Momma: *she begins to read off all the coffee shops I had been to in the last few weeks* She pauses before hollerin', "If you want coffee that bad wake yo lazy self up and go to the store. Get some coffee and a mug and go make that yourself."

She really couldn't acted annoyed or surprise I tell myself. After all it was her idea.
No.she merely shook her head when I showed her.


Content with my new chemex an accessories I set off to make my first batch of coffee. The first victim: a lovely bag of Bethesda CoffeeBethesda Coffee. Mexico Altura, a dark roast to be exact. I waited paitently for the water to cease boilin. I smiled as the coffee grounds bloomed and told me I was ready to pour. With each drip in the Chemex the aroma filled my small but mighty Southern kitchen. The aroma so delightful I'm sure Daddy could've smelt it all the way to heaven.

I'd  always been told that we were one in the same. I found that even more so to be true as the years dragged on and his presence faded. Left yet with but a memory. Memories of bein' a small child and sneakin' sips from him and Paw Paw. How I never much liked milk but he would indulge my curiosity and pour me a cup more milk and sugar than coffee. Yes, the aroma of the coffee brought me back. Daddy always did like his coffee dark.

But, the first sip. Yes, I was content in knowin' I did that, to an extent I guess I'd accomplished that. And for today, that'd have to be enough.

Crush: Obviously I'm crushin' on this here coffee by Bethesda Coffee. Everyone who knows me or knows the blog knows that not only am I all about Texas and shop local but just The South in general. If I can share a story, take a pic or spend a little extra showin' casin' my Southern Roots and Heritage than I will. It's what inspired the blog. And that rings even more true with the products I buy. If you followed me all summer I'm sure you grew extensively tired of all my Cold Brew Coffee pics.

Bethesda Coffee, comes from the lovely North Carolina. It's doesn't get more Southern than that, folks. I particularly love readin' about the owners and how they started the business and the personal letter they sent me. That kind of Southern hospitality get's my vote any day of the week and twice on Sunday. I especially appreciate the philanthropic work they do supportin' those less fortunate when you make a purchase. Y'all know bein' in Junior League has me all, "save the babies and give all the monies."

And I never realized Subscription boxes are the new it thing but I guess they are and I know I would love a box of coffee every month. Right here I have the Adventurer Sub for about 33 bucks. I think someone should gift this to me for the holidays. Heck. I could spend that much on a couple of lattes in a matter of days.

I hope everyone is havin' a fab start to Dec and in honor of that and this little space here hittin' three years last week I'm givin' away some coffee. Thanks for lovin' what I write.

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