The Good Husband of Zebra Drive by Alexander McCall Smith

For Christmas, my brother gave me an espresso maker. This was mostly so I can steam milk, and I have gotten quite good at making coffee beverages that include steamed milk. For myself. No, I will not make one for you. I suggest asking Alisa, because she actually knows what she’s doing.

On Christmas Eve, one of my aunts gave my brother some Ghirardelli chocolate coffee. We made some on Christmas Day, and it was, as expected, delicious. Totally my new favorite. (And I’m not usually a fan of flavored coffee.) I raved about it to my aunt, who kindly purchased some for me, as well. Mine was chocolate caramel. Oh, the decadence. It makes our house smell wonderful. I don’t know if I can go back to just plain old regular boring coffee. Chocolate caramel coffee, people. If only they made it in decaf.

Saturday morning, I made myself some chocolate caramel coffee, steamed some milk, and settled in with The Good Husband of Zebra Drive. As Alexander McCall Smith’s books always are, it was a treat. I giggled as Mma Ramotswe made observations about people in general and men in particular (and when Mr. J.L.B. Matekoni (mostly) proved her wrong). I drank my coffee as they enjoyed their bush tea. I cried when Mma Ramotswe wept over the loss of a friend and over every loss, big and small, that she’d experienced in her life. I was reminded of how good people can be – Mma Ramotswe taking in orphans, Mr. J.L.B. Matekoni having such incredible patience with his apprentices, the integrity of Mma Ramotswe and Mr. J.L.B. Matekoni’s relationship.

As usual, not a lot happened in the book, but I enjoyed, once again, visiting with these people, with their gentle world view and wry sense of humor. It was the perfect book with which to enjoy my chocolate caramel coffee beverage. And that, my friends, is really saying something.

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