Cafe a la Krishnan

When I lived in Utah, the Krishnans taught me how to enjoy Indian coffee. Ramesh taught me exactly how to grind the beans; Elaine told me how long to microwave the milk; and someone suggested how much sugar made the right mix. But then I moved away and I didn't have the right equipment for Indian coffee. Until, that is, the Krishnans went to India, I housesat for them, and by way of thank you's they brought me back my own Indian coffee pot.

Now, every Saturday morning, I wake up and boil a pot of water, grind some coffee beans just so, and listen as the coffee drips into the catch. (Yes, it's often so quiet in my apartment Saturday mornings that I can hear it dripping.) While it's dripping, I microwave some milk in the Longaberger mug Elaine gave me to remember her family by. A few minutes later, I add the coffee and some sugar and whirl.

Then I sit on my couch under a fleece blanket, holding the warm mug with both hands, and remember the good times, my friends in Utah, and the place I felt most like I could be me.

Here are some of my favorite memories:
--Art walks with reluctant friends. You know you loved it, Pete.
--Zombie movies. (Thank you, Mat.) Jesse was the reason we went, right?
--Ryan driving me home when I was too afraid to while Leah Z and siblings followed in another car. And me being ashamed that I thought the roads were too snowy/icy while the Krishnan-Zetterholms were running errands "in town."
--Slack lining at Pete & Amy's wedding
--Pete & Amy's wedding
--When I was out of shape and Brett made me run the Ogden Exercise Trail with him. That was the day I swore in front of him for the first time.
--Fireworks at Huntsville Park on the Fourth of July

To everyone I love in Utah...