"I have measured out my life with coffee spoons."
-T.S. Eliot
-T.S. Eliot
Coffee, in the morning. Coffee, in the afternoon.
Coffee. There are few things in life I can't live without. Coffee is at the very top of that list. The aroma is like no other. The velvety deliciousness as it goes down your throat, hmm. I cannot remember a time where I disliked coffee. When I was younger I would beg my mother to let me have a cup, a sip, a taste. She-Never-Gave-In. Like any other parent she gave me the whole speech on the plethora of side-effects. Mainly, the whole "IT WILL STUNT YOUR GROWTH", was what she kept repeating. Ugh, really. Yet, here I am today. Only at 5'4. Not like that coffee would have made a difference. However, she did indulge me a just a little, on special occasions. She would allow me to dip my french bread in cafe com leite (milk and coffee) during Sunday morning breakfast. So, it was more like a mug of milk with a spoonful of coffee. You take what you can get, right?
If there is one sure thing about my mornings is that there will always be a cup of coffee. Iced. Hot. French Vanilla. Hazlenut. Toffee. Whatever.
The only difference is that now I have to have more decaf than regular. And, what I realized is that it never was about the caffeine. It was the surrounding emotions that drinking coffee gave me. The memories of afternoon coffee with my grandmother. The early morning conversations with my father. Coffee is a reminder of all the love that has filled my life.
And, there is not a single thing that I like better than a coffee date.
Good coffee, good conversation, and good company are the most fine ingredients for a wonderful time.
Which again, is why I need for it to be cooler out. Like. Now.
xoxo
Coffee. There are few things in life I can't live without. Coffee is at the very top of that list. The aroma is like no other. The velvety deliciousness as it goes down your throat, hmm. I cannot remember a time where I disliked coffee. When I was younger I would beg my mother to let me have a cup, a sip, a taste. She-Never-Gave-In. Like any other parent she gave me the whole speech on the plethora of side-effects. Mainly, the whole "IT WILL STUNT YOUR GROWTH", was what she kept repeating. Ugh, really. Yet, here I am today. Only at 5'4. Not like that coffee would have made a difference. However, she did indulge me a just a little, on special occasions. She would allow me to dip my french bread in cafe com leite (milk and coffee) during Sunday morning breakfast. So, it was more like a mug of milk with a spoonful of coffee. You take what you can get, right?
If there is one sure thing about my mornings is that there will always be a cup of coffee. Iced. Hot. French Vanilla. Hazlenut. Toffee. Whatever.
The only difference is that now I have to have more decaf than regular. And, what I realized is that it never was about the caffeine. It was the surrounding emotions that drinking coffee gave me. The memories of afternoon coffee with my grandmother. The early morning conversations with my father. Coffee is a reminder of all the love that has filled my life.
And, there is not a single thing that I like better than a coffee date.
Good coffee, good conversation, and good company are the most fine ingredients for a wonderful time.
Which again, is why I need for it to be cooler out. Like. Now.
xoxo
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