coffee to go

When I was younger my parents drank strong plunger coffee at home and rated the coffee they bought out from one to ten. From memory one was Launceston airport and ten was Pellegrini's in Melbourne.

I didn't drink coffee until I hit my thirties. I really didn't understand their obsession.

Before we set out on this caravan adventure, when we were considering our possessions and deciding what would come and what would stay, it occurred to me, not for the first time, that we had developed our own coffee addiction/obsession too.

At home, farmer/barista Bren (what would you rate his coffee M and D?), would place a beautifully brewed latte in front of me every morning not long after I'd opened my eyes. I loved/was addicted to this ritual, but I knew I didn't want it to take over our road trip. I did not want to have to start each day with the hunt for a latte.

So it appeared we had a decision to make; give up the coffee or find a way to make great lattes on the road.

We discussed it for a while. And then I convinced myself I would give up coffee the week before we left.

But then my hero, my barista Bren measured the coffee machine and the grinder. When he found that they fitted perfectly in the corner of the little caravan kitchen, he bolted them in and the rest is double shot latte every morning history.

There is nothing quite like the feeling of sitting eating breakfast in the dusty absolute middle of nowhere and sipping on a perfect latte.

Hugest special thanks to Ms Ruth Gourmetgirl-friend for the wonderful gift of home roasted beans she sent to us in a package to Darwin. The post office guy told us all the posties had been waiting all morning to see who would pick up the divine smelling parcel. Lucky, lucky us.

So dear reader, if you were to pack up and hit the road for six months, what would be your can't/don't want to live without?

Happy adventuring and have a fab weekend. xx

ps. The photo of the coffee machine in our caravan was taken by Ro.