Liquid Love

Coffee might be one of my favorite things about mornings.
To quote Kenneth the page from the great show "30 Rock":

"I love how it makes me feel. It's like my heart is trying to hug my brain."

Can we have a moment of silence in its honor...


Okay that was long enough.


This sunrise ritual is comfort, warmth and as essential to me as putting gas into my car. Some days it's like I'm trapped in a haze that can only be lifted by the bold aroma, the dripping sound, and the warmth of my favorite porcelain mug against my hands. Yes, I've even been known to cuddle my coffee mug on cold days.

One day at work last week was so bad, I literally stood in the office kitchen after one of the nurses started the coffee pot and stared at it longingly until it was ready.

Now in my past life as a poor grad student, you quickly learn that taste and quality come second to the sheer power of caffeine. I admit it, I've had bad coffee...willingly. But it's okay, I'm in recovery - - thank you work force and accompanying pay checks.


I don't need too many accessories. You can hold the whip cream and the flavored creamers (unless it's pumpkin, that's a whole other animal). But, I'm not tough enough to drink it black, and I have no desire to be. Just give me some skim milk (preferably steamed if such option is available) and a cup of coffee and I'm pretty sure I can handle the rest of the day.


Once in a while I ponder if this habit is a vice. Perhaps something to give up so that I'm not a slave to anything?
To answer my own question, I found this great CNN article discussing the health benefits of bean juice ( http://articles.cnn.com/2010-04-28/health/coffee.studies_1_coffee-drinkers-coffee-studies-national-coffee-association?_s=PM:HEALTH ).

I like to think of it as saving my life, one mug at a time.



Song of the Day: Coffee by Copeland