Coffee is Life.
Kidding, not kidding.
There is nothing better than waking up, fixing your favorite cup of joe and sipping your way to a great start of the day.
The origin and history of coffee dates back to the 10th century, and possibly earlier with a number of reports and legends surrounding its first use. The native (undomesticated) origin of coffee is thought to have been Ethiopia. The earliest substantiated evidence of either coffee drinking or knowledge of the coffee tree is from the 15th century, in the Sufi monasteries of Yemen. By the 16th century, it had reached the rest of the Middle East, South India (Coorg), Persia, Turkey, Horn of Africa, and northern Africa. Coffee then spread to the Balkans, Italy and to the rest of Europe, to South East Asia and then to America. (source: Wikipedia)
Coffee is an acquired taste.
I did not develop my obsession for the delicious brown liquid until college. Spending late nights in the University library cramming for exams. Oh how I miss those days. I get nostalgic just thinking about it, and how much coffee has played a role in my life.
My day starts out differently each morning. Sometimes monotonous, but the mornings can lend itself to a rash of incidents that I am not prepared for. The one constant in the mornings is my cup of java, piping hot or iced cold (depending on the time of year). Without a proper cup of coffee my day always seems to go awry.
I am not only infatuated with the taste of coffee but the feeling I get from drinking it.
I am not referring to the welcomed “pick me up” but the all around influence it has on my mental and physical being. Sipping a cup of coffee to me is the start of a brand new day, project, or get me through this busy afternoon. The feeling of motivation, perseverance, optimism and content. The joy I get from a simple good cup of coffee is unrivaled by anything else.
Coffee is something I can drink alone or share with friends. I can focus on myself or bond with others. Coffee aligns with my introverted self and my extroverted self. It really is the cornerstone of an amazing day in my life.
However, a bad cup of joe can ruin my day.
Coffee beans come from all over the world. Originating in Ethiopia. I tend to favor beans from Latin America. It may be my Hispanic heritage but those beans tend to please my palate more than Asian or Pacific blends.
While Dunkin Donuts, Starbucks, Wawa and McDonalds source their coffee beans from the same general areas, the tastes are vastly different. My loyalty lies with Dunkin and Starbucks. Dunkin Donuts for their amazing coffee, and Starbucks for their specialty beverages (you know those $5.00 caffeinated concoctions of amazingness). Wawa lacks in flavor and texture, yes texture. That coffee is so watered down, it is like “would you like some coffee with that water?” watered down. Don’t even get me started on McDonalds coffee. Every time I try, it tastes burnt, bottom of the coffee pot burnt. Rancid is the best word to describe that taste. #savage
While coffee plays a very prominent role in my life, what does it do for you? Do you share my close relationship with coffee?