Half a dozen dogs lay panting in the doorway. The old man’s oakapple-jointed fingers kept pushing a minute saucepan into the embers; and we hissed and gulped in turn over a single cup refilled with scalding and bubbling coffee. A shepherd sliced handfuls of tobacco leaves on a log with a long knife, then rolled them and genteelly offered the rough cylinders for the smoker to lick shut and light with a twig.
—Patrick Leigh Fermor, Roumeli
Artemis Cooper’s biography of Patrick Leigh Fermor is out this fall.
Do you have a picture of one (or even two) of our books with coffee or tea (hot or iced)? Send them to this address and we’ll post them here (making you an honorary member of the Classics and Coffee Club).