Coffee Klatch: Learning Not to Judge

I was in my 40s before I realized I was judging others' coffee choices. To each their own, right? 

I'd always said that, but when someone claimed to be a coffee snob and then described coffee that didn't meet MY definition of good coffee, I definitely felt a little vindicated in my own superior taste. You know, better beans, better caffeine content, BETTER!

I'm better now. I love Vietnamese coffee. I love Turkish coffee! I've enjoyed all kinds of coffee and I've disliked some coffee that other coffee snobs swear is the best. To each their own!

If someone comes to visit me in this country with its deeply rooted coffee culture and brings their own favorite flavor of General Foods International Coffee because that's what they like, I will not try to force Vietnamese coffee on them. When people travel, it is important to do it in a way that makes them happy! 

Same goes for books. Maybe more so. 

I love old classics and rereading books I've read a dozen times, but I'm learning that I need help finding awesome new reads. I know better than to just randomly trust best-seller lists. 

Currently I'm reading All The Light We Cannot See by Anthony Doerr and LOVING it! It came out in 2014, and I'd seen the title around for years. A quick look at the blurb told me it was set during World War II and had interesting main characters. So I downloaded it.

I'm not even 1/4 through, but it is gripping and intriguing and heartfelt. Of course we all know how the war ended up, but following two individuals living through it in very different ways makes for a compelling story.

I've read a few surprising books in the last year. I guess I don't really have a favorite genre anymore. Fiction. As long as it is well-written and an interesting or fun story, I'm in!

What makes an awesome book for you? 

Fiction Friday - The Big Night

Jakey tugged down the collar of the bloody and torn T-shirt he had on, while his mom added some gore to the fake wound on his neck. 

"But how do I do it, Mama?" he asked. Now that it was Halloween, he was nervous again. 

She sighed at the repeated question. Rather than look him in the eye, she smudged at the fake blood to make it look old. "Look, there will be hundreds of kids doing the same thing. It's easy! You'll see." 

"You said never to take candy from strangers." 

"I did. And you shouldn't. Except today. Today it's okay. And Uncle Joe will be with you." 

Jakey cringed. "He smells weird," he said in a soft voice. 

"Only because he's been dead for fifteen years." She touched up the tear in his t-shirt exposing a gash on his exposed ribs.

"People are going to tease me for talking to myself. They always think I'm talking to myself when Uncle Joe is with me." 

Finished, she leaned back on her stool and touched his nose with a dry brush. "Ah, that's the beauty of Halloween! Uncle Joe can wear a sheet to look like a fake ghost so it won't look like you're alone." 

Jakey's face lit up. "Okay!" He liked the idea of trick-or-treating, but he'd always been afraid to go. Now that he was in the third grade, some of his classmates were giving him an extra hard time about it: calling him a scaredy-cat. (He kind of was.) Saying he was a baby. (He definitely wasn't.) He had always helped hand out the candy at home, a little jealous of the kids in costumes, but mostly happy to be at home. 

His mom was a professional makeup artist at the theater downtown. She had been so excited when he announced he wanted to go trick-or-treating this year that for a minute his feelings had been hurt. Didn't she like his help at home? Did she think he was a chicken like Billy and Keaton did? But she had patiently addressed his concerns and he figured out that she was excited about helping him with a costume more than anything else. 

"What do you want to be?" 

"I don't know, something scary, NOT babyish! NOT a cartoon or a superhero!" He had something to prove this year. 

She threw out a few scary costume ideas and even looked them up with him online. (Dracula he knew. Frankenstein was a new one for him.) When he'd settled on zombie, her whole face lit up. "Aha! Now that's a good one." She'd pulled over her notepad and started a list. "We'll need a..." Thinking, writing, then suddenly, "Oh! And some..." Then more writing... "Jakey, go up to your room and find a T-shirt you don't mind destroying - one you never wear anymore. And some - hmm, are you going to be a pants zombie or a shorts zombie?" He shrugged. "Well, some bottoms you can wreck, too. We're gonna have fun with this." 

That was two weeks ago. Now he was in costume and ready to go. Where was Uncle Joe?

"Joe! Little brother!" his mom called out. "Are you in the attic or the basement?" The makeup palette slid across the table on its own, while a laugh echoed in the room. "Very funny, Joe. Your costume is sitting on the sofa in the living room."

"Okay. You look great, little dude. Scariest zombie I've ever seen!" Jakey raised his hand in a high-five, and felt a whisper of air as his uncle obliged on his way to get in costume. 

"Come on," said his mom. "Get your treat bag, and let's get a picture of you together before you go."

At the door, he hugged his mom tight. "Remember, Mom, one treat each, unless it's a specially good costume!" 

 "Go scare some people for me," she told him as he crossed the front stoop. "And mind your uncle!" She flipped on the porch light as her son and brother turned onto a sidewalk clotted with groups of kids.

Wednesday Poetry Corner: No More Rain

The season seems past.
Daily the sky dawns blue and clear.
Please don't prove me wrong! 

(haiku by me on October 28, 2026) 

It's truly hot, but at least it's not as humid as where I used to live. I actually find myself looking for a cloud or some drizzle. Soon the winds will pick up. That will help.

Have a great week! 

Coffee Klatch: Coffee with a Friend

Recently, I met a friend for coffee. Twice now! This is a milestone since moving to this town: having a friend to meet for coffee occasionally. 

It changes the coffee experience, doesn't it? Usually, I just go to a coffee shop with my book, settle in, and enjoy the coffee and ambience. But when somebody comes to join me... 

Well, the first time, we'd arranged where and when to meet, only to find the coffee shop was closed. We pivoted to my backup location. No problem. 

This time, I was already at my usual spot when I sent a quick message that our first-choice coffee shop was open again. He joined me a little later. No fuss, no elaborate planning. He's a good coffee buddy.

What makes a good coffee with a friend? For me, it's a balanced conversation. I don't want to spend time with somebody who monopolizes the conversation, but I don't want to have to carry it, either. I don't need to be the center of attention, but I do like to participate. And when the conversation flows, does it even matter what you're talking about? 

I've had friends who only really connect with me on one or two topics. And that's fine, too. Sometimes you need a movie friend or a book friend. 

This is not a book friend, although we talked a little about reading. Of course we did! I was reading when he arrived. So he naturally asked what I was reading. For once, I wasn't reading a well-known book or author. 

"I'm reading Let's Eat Grandma's Pills by David Thorne."

"What?"

"It's funny, but not really a story. More like a collection of short snippets of life."

"And it's a book?"

I'm not sure I made it sound particularly appealing! Especially since this is my first David Thorne book, so I didn't have much more to say about it. But it's very funny! In fact, I started it this month because October at home involves so many dark movies and TV shows that I needed some humor to lighten my brain.  

And that, I suppose, is part of the pleasure of coffee with a friend. You don't have to share all the same interests, or even have a particularly fascinating book to talk about. You just have to enjoy the conversation.

What makes a good coffee with a friend for you? Is it the conversation, the company, or simply having someone to share the coffee with?

 

Fiction Friday - Meat for the Winter

There was a gentle splash as Mrs. Phillips ladled stew into her and her husband's bowls. She set the pot on the ceramic trivet between them and pulled her chair in to join him. They weren't a praying couple, but she always took a moment to look around thankfully before eating. 

Audrey Phillips kept her kitchen as neat as a pin and she was grateful for Allan's help in years past, painting and tiling it in pretty sage green, with a floral purple trim and accent tiles on the splashboard. If a man was king of his castle, she thought, I am queen of this realm. 

Allan dunked a chunk of bread into his bowl of stew. "Think we'll get any kids this year?"

"Oh, trick-or-treaters? Maybe just the Sampsons from down the road. They're the only ones within a mile."

"They had quite a crew with them last year, as I recall." 

"At least we didn't get egged! Don't worry, there's plenty of candy for any surprise hordes... as long as you keep your hands off!" She watched him for a moment, checking. He cringed as he readjusted in his chair. "Everything okay? Drink some more of that tea."

"It's not as bad now. I think your tea is helping!" He took another sip. 

"Thorn root and emberbark oil with a pinch of ginger," she said. "That mix should help numb the pain until your leg heals more completely." 

"I'm so glad you know about these things." 

"If we hadn't decided to move out to the country and get away from the madness, I wouldn't have bothered to learn," she said as she took another bite. "I mean, I'm glad we did!" She quickly added. "This self-sufficiency is perfect for us and you know what? The rest of the world can figure it out on their own." 

She put down her spoon. "Like the kids today! You know, when I went into the bank last week, I heard that there's a big Halloween party happening at some teenagers' house. The kids are apparently trying to keep it secret, but the parents know, but aren't addressing it. I mean, I guess it's good the parents know about it, but the secrecy! Ugh, this world."

"At least if there's a big party, there might not be any pranks."

"True. Teenagers today have different priorities. I should be glad of it." She saw another cringe. "What's up? How's that pillow?" Before he could answer, Audrey was up and moving to the stool his leg was resting on. She adjusted the pillow and checked that no blood was seeping through the bandage wrapping the new stump that ended halfway down his calf. "Is that better?"

"I think time is the only thing that will make it better. That and more of this tea." He smiled and touched her face. "You saved me." 

She twisted to kiss the palm of his hand. "You're the one who thought to cauterize it."

"But I couldn't have done that without your help."

She scoffed. "Tcha. Well, we're a team. Your leg is my leg."

"A perfect team." He looked tired.

Audrey rose, checked his teacup and poured a bit more in. "I have to go into town tomorrow or the next day anyway. It's getting colder, so we'll need to stock up on things. I'll get more medical supplies, too."

"Can you hit the hardware store? I'll give you a list. I'd better not go in there like this. Wish I could. We'll need a new axe, and it'll have to be one you can handle. At least until I figure out how to keep my balance with just one foot."

"Of course I can do that. I still can't believe after all these years you missed a log so completely." She started clearing the dishes. 

"I know. Pride got in my way. It was a big one, so I braced my left foot on a rock. Not my usual stance. And then that bear surprised me!" He sighed. "Wish I'd had my gun, and not my axe. We'd have meat to last the winter."

"You mean instead of just lopping yourself off mid-calf?" Audrey laughed. "That would've been great! Plus, you'd still have your full left leg! By the way, how was the stew tonight? And that new cottage bread I tried?"

"Delicious! I'd never have guessed I was eating a piece of me. You're a genius in the kitchen."

If she'd been younger, she'd have blushed. "You're sweet. It's a wonder what can be done with the right herbs. I'm just glad you liked it because we've got a bunch of leftovers! You have a mighty meaty calf, my dear." A burst of laughter exploded when they realized the pun. 

"I always was curious what human flesh would taste like," Allan quipped, wiping his mouth on his napkin. "Never thought to try my own before!"

I had a different story in mind for today, but then we got into a discussion about what human flesh would taste like and I just couldn't resist! 

Wednesday Poetry Corner: And Then I'll Shut Up

Indulge me once more, with some Shakespeare. You might be familiar with this little snippet from Macbeth: 

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time; 
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing. 

I actually memorized this one in high school. Junior year, I took a Shakespeare course, and the night before each test our teacher would name a passage for extra credit. You earned one E.C. point for each line memorized. I got every single E.C. point that semester because I'm good at memorizing lines. 

Although I had memorized this speech, I didn't remember which play it was from until I reread Macbeth years later. (I have a lot of these memorized parcels cluttering up my memory banks.) 

If you haven't read Macbeth before, beware: 

SPOILERS! 

The above passage is spoken by Macbeth when he hears of Lady Macbeth's death. After high school, having forgotten the context, I would recite it to note the futility of life or the pointlessness of a given situation. But really it's a tearful commentary on how short his beloved's life was! Macbeth is on the brink of war, yet he takes a moment to unconsciously speed-walk through grief. 

And now I'll leave Shakespeare out of it for a while. 

Who is your favorite poet? Do you have one? Or a favorite poem? 

Coffee Klatch: Dark Times

Woo-woo!👻

That's right. It's the spooky season. 

Dark times call for dark entertainment. Many people watch scary movies or shows during October, or at least that's what all the streaming services want us to think! 

My annual nod to the season is a re-reading of Macbeth.

I've already talked about why I started reading a Shakespeare play each month. It just seems fitting to read the play that includes ghosts AND witches in October. (There are plenty of plays to choose from with dark deeds or murder-y scenes, and even others with ghosts.) Maybe next year I'll do a Hamlet re-read - it has a ghost, after all.

Probably not, though. Besides the standard creepy tropes, Macbeth includes the slow descent into insanity of one of the main characters. It just offers so much to click in with the trending cycle of the year! Hamlet has a descent into insanity of one minor character but it's... sadder somehow. Both are tragedies, but Hamlet is a sad tragedy where Macbeth is a sort of manic-depressive, hyperactive romp through the hell of politics and war.

I'm no Shakespeare scholar, by any means, so I am open to any criticism of that assessment. 

This year, I have two versions in my laptop. One is a PDF with a layout that's easier to read. The other one has more easily accessible footnotes and includes a brief summary before each scene. I can quickly pop over to the footnotes for clarification without losing my place in the script. 

Anyway, since my geeking out over the Bard takes place on my laptop, I'm simply drinking plain, black coffee brewed at home. (Ha! Black coffee + dark literature = Dark Times.) 

At home, I use a coffee phin to make my morning cup. That's a Vietnamese drip filter device, sort of like a pour-over, I guess? I buy Vietnamese Weasel coffee at my local shop, add the cinnamon and clove (as I explained here), and let the phin do the work. 

image credit: tamingofthespoon.com

 

I do not use sweetened condensed milk at home, as they do in the shops, but the above picture shows the process of using the phin. If you're curious, you can click the link in the caption to learn how to make traditional Vietnamese coffee.

A lot of us have Big Holiday Traditions for the end of the year, be it Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, Festivus, Solstice... Do you acknowledge Halloween as a season in any way? What books, beverages, or decor fit the season for you?