Coffee. It fires me up. The smell of coffee is how I start my day, and often how I end my night. Just thinking of waking up to a fresh pot of coffee gives me pause to sleep.
The bolder, the better for me. I like strong beers, vodka, men and coffee. I like to know that I am alive. That there is something out there that challenges me to go further, to be even more energized, to live fully!
My generation certainly remembers the day before decaf, before Brim; the day where there was Folgers or Maxwell House, not much other choice. Those were the days before diet beverages, before Tab. As society has developed, so have our choices and our taste buds. Choosing the right coffee is akin to selecting the best wine. The tones, the finish, the bouquet. Fun, but, not necessary. Just give me a good cup of coffee, baby!
Ever try giving it up? I lasted three months on my last attempt. Switched to loose leaf teas…bought all the artifacts that go with it: cups, strainers, filters, measuring spoons, argh! Lost lots of counter space over that one. Coffee is so much simpler. All I need is a mason jar, and I can enjoy it, with or without accoutrements. Like how I prefer it bold, I like it black; it’s the German in me. The strudel or streusel that we dunked in it as kids trying it out from Grandma’s percolator is all the flavor we needed.
Now that’s a memory. And a sound I remember well. Got to run to the Goodwill now and find a percolator. Smell meeting sound, now that could really REALLY fire me up!
What gets you going; makes you want to start your day?
Holler! C ya!