Three Cups of Morning Coffee at the Oakhaven Diner Changed Everything

“Go ahead and try it, Dad,” Clara said, setting the spatula down on a ceramic rest. “I brewed it exactly the way the instructions specified on the package.”

I took a cautious sip, expecting the thin, grassy taste of the herbal teas she had forced on me all week. It tasted surprisingly deep, like roasted barley and caramelized wood continue reading …