For The Love Of Coffee

My dear Thinkerbelle gave me a bag of Vietnamese coffee that taste so good I wonder whether I could get myself some right here in Jakarta.

Everytime I take it out from the freezer, I open the bag and take a couple of whiff. It smells like coffee but with hint of something sweet. Like a candy. I know that this time, my words failed to do justice.

This morning, I ate a few chops of pork leg with soy sauce. Yummy! Then I brew water to make a cup of that dellicious coffe. Now, after the coffee is done, I'm happily make this post.

Whew! Life can be good with just a cup of coffee and some pork meat...