I grew up in...

    an Italian/Irish family. Coffee was a mainstay at my Grandmothers to the dismay of my Mother. I loved coffee. The aromatics, the way it made your day feel just a little better than it was before. Today, it brings back fond memories of my Grandmother saying "Don't tell your Mother I gave you coffee" and sitting at the table with the massive breakfast she would constantly make. Today, I roast my own and enjoy reminiscing of my family. You might not have the same connection with the seed that I do, but I hope my roasts can bring you closer to your loved ones at the family table.