The magic mug

When Jodie and I got married, one of our wedding gifts was 12 purple and blue tankard-style coffee mugs from Bennington Pottery in Vermont.

And one of them is magic.

We make pourover coffee. I weigh mine, and each cup I make takes 350 grams of water (a bit more than 12 ounces).

Except for this one mug.

There’s one mug that holds an ounce more, or 380 grams instead of 350. It’s not a huge difference. But I’m a man of simple pleasures.

Whenever I make 350 grams of coffee in this mug, then realize there’s all this room at the top, I get a little thrill. (And hey, it’s 6:30 in the morning! I’ll take my thrills however they arrive!)

A while back I started thinking of this mug as my magic mug. It’s a little random element, a little something different in the day. When I get it, I go to my desk with a wee smile, a little extra pep, an additional sense of curiosity at what the day’s writing will bring.

Maybe it’s just the extra ounce of coffee.

Or maybe a little magic goes a long way.