Cauldron of coffee

My appreciation for java runs deep.  Once upon a time, I drank a pot of coffee each day… perhaps more.  So believe me when I say that this was like the deep aroma that envelops you while walking past a storefront coffee shop… multiplied by a hundred.  The beans, recently picked and dried, were roasting over a fire in a huge cauldron. 

There were no fancy machines, no exotic menus with beverages one can barely pronounce; just fire, cast iron, and beans.

Simply... perfect.

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