Coffee Love

January 5, 2008

I referenced my coffee addiction yesterday, so for today’s 200 words, I thought I’d wax poetic about my favorite thing to drink in the whole world.

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Ahhhh, coffee. The rich, delicious, life-giving elixir that I love and worship. I have so many ways of enjoying you. I can squeeze the life out of you using a French press. I can tamp you into a tight little disk and torture you through my espresso machine. I can boil you on the stove with an Italian espresso pot that magically defies gravity by pulling the water upwards through you and landing into the top bowl as wonder-brew. I can filter you through a manual drip, and watch you drip, like liquid gold, into the waiting, loving, carafe.

You smell so good! Pungent, strong, aromatic. Your scent speaks of character and power and personality.

Sometimes it breaks my heart to add milk to you. It seems blasphemous, sullying your dark, pure beauty. But I must confess, I do not possess the strength to consume you unadulterated. I must lighten you ever so-slightly with a dash of milk.

But you still maintain your character, even lightened. You take the swirls of cream with dignity and grace, incorporating them into your own golden crema, welcoming and loving them. When I drink you, life is good and all’s right with the world.