I'd love to try incorporating it into my protein shakes, or sub for my pre-workout in
place of coffee sometimes!
Not exact matches
Last year I attended a wonderful Wendell Berry book group which met in the jewel
of Lynchburg, the White Hart Café, the best Inklings - themed beer - serving
coffee shop on the planet, a special
PLACE created by our friends Ed and Debi Hopkins, where the more literary and egg - headish Liberty University students come to be Christian intellectuals, hipsters, and
sometimes, Berry - ites.
We get a glimpse
of it at the doughnut and
coffee table where
sometimes the «true ministry and teaching» takes
place on a Sunday morning.
Along with supermarkets, cars and car culture begat a whole new range
of places where a person could buy a cup
of coffee; gas stations, roadside snack bars, diners, motels, and campgrounds all introduced the now normal practice
of offering
coffee,
sometimes for sale and
sometimes as part
of a larger purchase in all sorts
of places.
Sometimes even just
placing a bowl
of cut up fruit on the
coffee table leads to my toddler crunching away on the exact foods she turned down at the kitchen table.
Yorkville was a
place where, potentially, you could develop a more discerning eye for understanding the production
of culture and
sometimes come to recognize the coincidence between mass cultural production and the regression
of one's own intellect, as bikers, greasers, hippies, teenyboppers, and
sometimes political organizers, congregated in the
coffee shops and flop houses, or just hung out on the streets, all pretending that we were creating a new society free from the normative shackles
of conventional morality and lifestyle but basically we were looking for drugs, sex and rock and roll and our twenty minutes
of fame.