Ah coffee. You either love it, or you don’t. Some drink it for the stimulus, some for the taste. Me, I just enjoy the process of making it.
There are many ways to skin a cat, and the same is true for coffee.
You could meticulously titrate it, pour it precisely over grounds, you could use instant.
You could buy it from a shop, you could make it at home.
You could drink it cold, or scalding hot.
With milk or straight up.
Sugar or not.
The end result is the same- a beverage, sipped slowly, only pausing for the occasional appreciation, or to tell some not to talk to you until you’ve had your morning cup (don’t do this).
I like to liken coffee to engine oil. It lubricates your aching joints, readying up for the day, or to push past the drowsiness. It’s essential, but only in smaller doses. You can only top up so much before you can’t take any more. And that’s why the better, superior drink, is tea (don’t @ me). Tea is for all times, with all things. It’s smooth, and comforting at the same time. Where coffee is a punch to the gut, tea is a consoling hug. But enough about tea.
Mornings are for coffee and contemplations.
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