Norwegians and Coffee

My fave font of inspiration, a cup of coffee was part of my daily routine since my brother and I were carted off in the Canadian pre-dawn hours to hockey and figure skating practices. Grandpa rose first, putting his own spin on the coffee each morning, a sprinkle of salt on top of the beans as his mother had done, on the farm. 

As I spend time healing from pneumonia, I've got less stamina than a sponge at low tide, and find the powers of nostalgia are hitting wild and as clear as the water in my kettle. So, while I cannot do, I read. 

Nordic Coffee Culture did a five part series on java in my beloved cultural home. Give it a read! The first part of their article is here: