Coffee: Last of the Cuban

So for this mornings coffee pleasure I reached for some cuban coffee my mother had brought back from her latest trip. It was disturbing how light the bag felt in my hand and even more so when I looked inside the red foil wrapper. There was just enough left for a single carafe. I fired up the stove and waited for that strong bold taste. Umm, I sit here sipping a fine cup of brew deciding if I will go into work this morning or just wait and have breakfast with Lindsay. If anyone out there is headed to an exotic land or even just around the corner to a nice local shop, feel free to pick up a pound for me (whole bean please).