November 15th, 2007

The Epicure

Matin à Café Pierre

This morning I am reminded of how much I love my French press.

I also realize, however, just how terrifying it is that I am permitted near and expected to operate contrivances that use electricity, have whirring blades, produce scalding hot water or require more or less precise measurements in the state I'm in when I shuffle into the kitchen upon waking up.