January 15 2017

French Press: a Lesson in Ritual

Javas

My father, a man who does not mess around with his morning caffeine fix, used to grind, press and brew his own espresso every morning before heading off for a busy day at the office. As a wild-haired child of two or three, I'd sit on the counter from time to time and act as his assistant, my young nose already keen on the rich, nutty aroma of freshly ground coffee, my grubby hands reaching for the occasional wayward bean to pop in my mouth.

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My name is Julia, and ever since I can remember, I've been making sense of my world through food. Whether it's a family gathering, sharing a meal with friends, finding peace with my mind and body or falling in love, food has always been my north star. This little corner of the internet is a place where I can follow my fork and share my journey of life through food.