A Toasty Mug

That, right there, is my first homemade latte in months.

True story.

In an effort to offset the expense of summer, the Russian and I opted to let our Nespresso capsules run out in late spring.

I wouldn't consider it a hardship, as The Russian has perfected the art of making cold-press coffee. He makes great batches of it every week, and, typically, we needed little else to give us our daily pick-me-up. 

My summer morning ritual went as follows: grab mason jar, fill with ice, pour in lovely mixture of milk and cold-press, swirl around {the coffee, not me}. Voilà!

But let me tell you about the best part - the part that's even better than the delicious, chilled brew. 

The sound of the ice cubes clinking as they shift in the liquid, nudging the glass and bobbing about.

Isn't that just one of those quintessential sounds of summer? The right way to start a warm day.

It wasn't until this week that I began to crave the warmth of a latte. A toasty mug to hold close as the mornings grow dim and blustery. 

Rainstorms have descended upon the Pacific Northwest. We wake to the pattering of drops at the window.

As I've written about before, way back in one of the first blog posts, part of living here is coming to terms with the rain. For me, a hot latte is key.

Thus, our first shipment of Nespresso capsules arrived yesterday. I was excited to make my latte this morning! 

But, of course, the hectic pace of things - school drop-off, dog walking, birthday party planning, chicken-curry making, grocery shopping - pushed it off. 

So, here I am, at mid-afternoon, finally sitting down to enjoy that first cup. 

And yes, it's so very nice. And yes, I hardly mind the rain. :)