Coffee

I'm one of those people who doesn't just enjoy a cup of coffee, I need coffee.  The smell, texture, aroma and the feel of the warm cup in my hands, comforts and inspires me at the same time.  I wake up just to drink that first cup.  It is the sweetest best moment of the day, the half sip of caffienated love warming my lips, throat and belly as it makes it's way into my system.

Coffee figures predominantly in many of my memories. When I was a baby, my grandma would put just a little in my milk bottle with sugar and cream.  I remember those bottles.  When I was studying all night during Pioneer School, coffee made it possible to pull an all-nighter and still be awake during the classes the next day.  When hubby and I opened our wedding presents, our friends had bought us a Krups coffee maker/cappucino machine.  We wore it out!  When my friends wanted to hang out, we went to the coffeehouse nearby to listen to music and play games.  One of my previous employers used Starbuck's as a reward, giving me gift cards or showing up with my favorite drink to say thanks.  Recently, my sister-in-law gave me a coffee maker as an anniversary gift.  Coffee has always been a big part of my life.

When it comes to coffee, my preferences are pretty clear: dark strong coffee, slightly sweetened with cream.  If the cream is flavored it must be French Vanilla.  One of my old co-workers called my morning cup of coffee "Cake."  I call it yummy! 

I'm a creature of habit and drink out of the same cup everyday.  It actually holds one and a half cups of joe.  It features the painting of "Scream" by E. Munch.  I'm a pretty happy person, so the contradiction of the angst on the cup to my morning sunshine is humorous to me.  I'm a morning person, but coffee makes every morning better.

Who knows what future memories I will have while drinking a cup of freshly brewed coffee.  So many family celebrations and mornings with my kids lay ahead.  But I do know one thing:
"Life is too short to drink bad coffee, cheap beer and awful wine."