The Importance of Coffee to Me
Do I enjoy coffee? Well yes I do and rather a lot.
To me the act of making coffee in my Moka Pot and then consuming it while it is still hot - hot to the point it needs to be slurped, is a great pleasure and a great joy. It enriches my life to say the least.
It is almost to the point of being spiritual to me. It's not just a wakeup in the morning, it's a start to my day with a nice warm hug from a mug of coffee.
I got into coffee as a teen when friends and I would go to a truck stop and have coffee. It became part of my social life for many years. I have to say I did not drink it at home for a very long time.
Then all the sudden in my late 30's, I desired to have it in my home. I got a drip maker and since then I've had many coffee makers including a fancy pod machine given to me by a great friend. But not one of them came close to the joy that is the Moka Pot to me.
I have to say, I've cut back on my coffee intake and most days, I only have the one mug of coffee out of my magic pot. Part of it is the ritual of making it - this is important to me - if someone else made it, it would not be the same and I would get less pleasure out of it.
It's still a social event to me, that is going for coffee, but it's not the same as my at home ritual. The going out part is important for another reason. It's the only time I enjoy being with other people, and I love being with my friends, I can be out and feel safe at the same time. When I'm not with friends and out of my apartment, I don't feel all that safe and I get anxiety. I have to admit, the coffee in the restaurant is just not all that good. But I still enjoy the coffee it's self.
You have no idea what I'd give to have coffee with my Mother one more time. To just sit and talk about the day and about the past with her for hours and sip coffee. I deeply miss this and it has left a hole in my life that can't be filled.
Like Mom, the death of my best friend has left a hole in my life. She would come over and we would have a great time. I'd make some nice strong coffee in the French Press and we would talk and laugh. This will never happen again I am sure - no one can take her place.
But for now, I have the joy that is my ritual in the mornings. It is a blessing to me - a gift from God.
Coffee is great, I got into it around age 8, every Sunday a few family members got together and watched old Danish movies drinking coffee and having pastries, that I dearly miss
ReplyDeleteSounds like a good time.
DeleteLove my coffee! ❤️ I'm glad you have a good memory of your Mom. I believe in Heaven and hell and I think your Mom is in Heaven and is with you enjoying your coffee❤️
ReplyDeleteNow and then when I really miss Mom I can smell her perfume. I know she is around now and then.
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