Coffee

OK, I admit it, I'm an addict! Not to drugs or cigarettes, but to coffee. Ahhh, the coffee bean, my dark lover! I have been a man of the bean for pretty much as long as I can remember. Legend has it that my Grandfather, Joe Easthagen would give it to me in a teaspoon when I was about six months old because he thought the faces I made were funny. Little did he know that he created a monster. On a side note, I have carried on this tradition with Kira. We have to watch our coffee cups or our darling little four year old will be helping herself to the nectar of the gods!

As a general rule, I am just not civil at all in the morning until I have had my first cup. Summer, Winter, it doesn't matter, gotta have that morning cup of Joe to get the cobwebs out and to jump start other vital bodily functions. The current fix in the Isenberger household comes from Boca Java. Their coffee comes freshly roasted from small batches. I am impressed and you might say that I'm a bit of a coffee snob. Being overseas and being forced to drink the pedestrian commissary coffee was a tough pill to swallow. Unfortunately many mail order coffee companies wouldn't deliver to an APO. Well, now that we are back in the states, there is no limit to the availability of good gourmet coffee. If you are a coffee lover, check out the Boca Java link under our favorites, I think you will be impressed.