It’s Hereditary

When you come to my house to pick something up, if I know you well enough, you will also find candy in your package. Doesn’t matter if you’re picking up papers, or a doll or a box of food, there will be candy or if you’re very lucky my favorite fruit snacks. Why you ask? I have no idea. I just always put candy in. Yes, that means I always have candy in the house. What do you think I am, a Neanderthal?

Today I went to pick up some coffee from my niece* and she included a little bag of starburst!

I laughed. It’s funny the things all the females in my bloodline share. Wicked sarcasm, exploding head syndrome and the need to gift random candy.

I love my little family.

*My niece also found the missing piece to my perfect cup of coffee in my new coffee maker! I know what kind of coffee I like, Italian Roast. I know what method I like, Pour-Over. I spent a long time looking for a pour-over that would allow me to let the grounds soak for a few minutes and my blogging about it helped because a FB friend pointed me to this:

Now it was ALMOST perfection but I couldn’t get the richness from the coffee that I wanted. I found myself adding more and more coffee. Until today. My niece ground the coffee (she works at Starbucks YAY!) and it is a finer grind than I have been using. It was SO good!!! So there you go.

Also – I just noticed this little tidbit of information on a missing shipment. Notice anything peculiar? Idaho to Ohio by way of San Juan!