Ah, a subtle return to Italy in a cup of coffee. While in Italy Kris and I often stopped mid-morning and mid-afternoon for a cup of coffee, usually a latte. As often as not we were served one of Italy’s best: LavAzza. So, we bought a big bag of what makes LavAzza’s family proud. I recently made an espresso shot for Luke and he liked it very much, and I’m lapping it up. Funny how a taste triggers memories of place, not the least of which was one of our fine cups on the shore at Positano.