I love coffee. I grew up in the Pacific Northwest (Portland, OR to be exact) and from the time I was 12 years old, you couldn't walk a block without encountering Coffee People, Starbucks, Boyds, Seattle's Best or some other local shop. Because of the availability, I started drinking coffee younger than most. The Christmas when I was 14 years old, I asked for and received my very own espresso maker. I spent all of Christmas morning making lattes and cappuccinos for my relatives. In the summer, I really appreciate good iced coffee. Coffee that is made strong enough to hold up to the addition of milk and a fist full of ice cubes and still taste like coffee. A while back, I discovered a coffeehouse here in Philly that even takes their iced coffee one step further. They make their own coffee iced cubes. So that the coffee never waters down. I fell in love with the concept on the spot and started turning my own leftover coffee into ice cubes. I now keep an ice tray just for this purpose. The only trick to it is to remember to turn the cubes out into a plastic bag or container once they are frozen solid, otherwise they start to evaporate and develop a funky flavor.
photo by Marisa McClellan














