The Joy of Coffee

I'm a coffee drinker. That's not to say I'm a caffeine-addict by any stretch of the imagination (I could drink a pot of coffee, then go to bed. Seriously...). I drink it because I like it. It's not a ritualistic thing; I don't put on a pot as soon as dawn breaks every day. I make a few cups every now and then when the mood strikes me. Lately, I've just...been in the mood.

I forgot how much I enjoy coffee. Hearing the coffee maker get to work the second I flip the switch...the gurgling and gushing as the water heats, then travels through the ground beans (Berres Brothers Highlander Grogg is my brand and flavor of choice) and the filter...the drip, drip, drip as the pot below fills steadily...the wonderful aroma in the air, seemingly trying to wake the world. As I pour my first cup, I take my coffee the same way every time: I pour the creamer (my absolute favorite is International Delight's English Almond Toffee) until it comes back up to the top, forming a cloud of sorts. I then add three Splenda packets and stir. Then, it's perfection every time. 


When I take my first sip, I feel a certain warmth come over me. Some might say, "Well, that's just because the coffee's hot." But, I think it's more than that. It's a soothing, relaxing, feeling of comfort. It's peaceful.

Whatever you do this weekend, I hope you have a fantastic time. I will be very busy, throwing a bridal shower and hosting a bachelorette party for a very good girlfriend of mine. I hope this weather turns around...I feel like I'm living in Seattle.