A coffee shop.

I don’t have one.

I love coffee.

Things are simple enough in the morning because I drink my coffee black – just straight up and STRONG.

But things are more complicated in the afternoon when I want a cold, delicious coffee drink.

I sure can’t get one on the Back Forty.

I think I have things figured out without leaving the farm…

Mason jar. It’s important to the taste.

Or not.

Ice… we need ice. I wish I had my icemaker back. In some cruel joke, the world gave me an icemaker for about three months and then BOOM, took it away.

I pour in about that much cold, leftover coffee. It may have been really helpful for me to look at the measurements on the jar and tell you how much I poured. I’m sorry.

I don’t know how you feel about Splenda but I’m telling you I love it. I live on it. It’s fake and chemically processed. It’s the Jessica Simpson of sweeteners. But I also would like to be friends with Jessica (I think this is another story for another time – or you could go ask Lacy or Katy) so I love Splenda.

You may use sugar, if you like. Or Equal or the pink packet … or your poison of choice.

No judging  here!

Then comes the milk…

Top with one of these nifty plastic lids (side note: they are wonderful for storage purposes) and

shake shake shake

shake shake shake

shake your boooooooty

For coffee from the farm, it’s delicious.

However, if you want a real coffee drink. With FRESH coffee. In a real cup. Served somewhere nicer than in the middle of a field…

Go to Aromas in Newport News, Virginia at the end of the month. I’ll be there and so will my photographs.

Yep – I have another gallery opening! Details will follow soon concerning times and how long the gallery will be up. But it’ll be there. I hope you can be too.