My Morning Coffee

Grinding a fresh batch of Arabica and brewing it in the Bialetti Moka Pot essentially sums up a splendid beginning to a glorious day.

I was happy with the French Press all this while until I discovered the fun of Moka Pot and the sinful art of optimum

extraction. The initial lazy oozing out of the coffee decoction through the pores soon turns into a frenzied rush of frothing and foaming caffeine lava as it collects into a handsome pool in the pot leaving me and Cinder enthralled in an unblinking stupor for a while.

As I pour the espresso into the cup with the aroma wafting across the living room, Cinder would turn her neck, purr in approval, and walk away letting me indulge in such small luxuries as I slip into the couch with the morning newspaper

Because let’s be honest: not all beans are created equal. Arabica doesn’t just brew coffee; it brews mornings worth waking up for