Mmmm... Folgers

Brent and I escaped to Asheville, NC last week for a little "baby moon."

We have actually visited Asheville for the past 3 years during this time as he is off from work and in-laws are especially receptive to taking our darling gremlins for a couple of days.

Typically we use a day to do some goal planning and thinking about the upcoming year.

This year, not so much.

There was a lot of eating and some Hobbit watching... but mostly eating.

We spent one morning at a little coffee house in West Asheville and delighted in a very tasty latte (photo above) and some rose hip tea.

I am not even sure what the heck kind of coffee this was... but I think it was grown in a remote mountain in South America where it was then harvested by tiny, winged tree sprites who nurtured the beans for a period of time until they were old enough to be sun-dried on little fluffy pillows of dandelion puffs and raw, unbleached cotton.

Or something like that.

Anyway, the coffee was very tasty.

Though it was nothing compared to my Folgers (apparently roasted by evil ogres), which is currently re-heating in my microwave for the umpteenth time today.

It's okay... it's only 3 pm... surely I'll finish that cup before dinner.

Maranda