Saturday, June 4, 2011
Ode to Coffee
Ahhhhhhh, Coffee. Nectar of the gods. Manna from heaven. How I love thee.
Every morning I wake up to your bitter-sweet smell, a large cup usually freshly brewed and lying on my bedside table, placed there by my adoring Husband - of course he knows that if I don't get my morning coffee I turn into a rabid banshee.
You give me the energy to face the day, no matter the earliness of the hour awoken by certain small people, no matter the poor quality of sleep the night before (due once again to the aforementioned small people)
First thing in the morning I may tolerate you in the instant form, but later in the day you must be purchased in the frothy-milky-cafe-style form. A feast for my senses, a revelation, my one true vice (other than chocolate cake of course)
Sometimes I may sip tea or hot chocolate...but I will always return to you, coffee, my one true love. I feel like I need to ingest you to live...to get by and although I limit myself to two cups of a day those two cups are heaven, bliss and I savour them.
So, today Coffee, I celebrate you (due to one beer too many last night and another sleepless night)