Big Cups

When the temperature dips down into the single digits, and stays there day after brutal day, you need a real jolt of hot coffee to brace you for the frigid onslaught.

And serious coffee demands a serious cup. None of this foo-foo demitasse crap, or a dainty china piece that you might find in the Queen’s cupboard, either. No, we’re talking about mugs — big, brawny, capacious turreens, with handles that require a man’s entire fist to hold and such enormous capacity that they could double as a birdbath. These are the coffee cups demanded by people who are serious about slugging back brimming mouthfuls of steaming black goodness and letting the liquid warmth reach every fiber of their beings before they venture into the shivering, wind-chilled early morning darkness.

So you can imagine my unrestrained glee when Kish told me today that two of our thoughtful friends had presented her with this awesome set of matched mugs. They hold about a coffee pot each, bear the Webner name, and are perfectly designed to fortify us during this unending, gelid winter. Thanks, Laura and Paul!