Thursday, July 16, 2015

Coffee Confession

Confession: I'm not sure I'm wild about the taste of coffee.  

Gasps are heard round the world, I know, because I drink it. Faithfully. I order lattes and mochas and no milk, no sugar iced coffees and I brew a pot every morning and I heat up cups throughout the day and I am not fully started on my work morning without a cup of Joe.

But I'm not convinced I love the taste.

I will drink weak coffee and strong coffee, and gas station coffee that has sat for days. I will try any road side coffee stand, even in the middle of the Yukon where a family from Seattle must try the mocha to give an honest Seattle Coffee Lovers opinion (which we smiled and said great and drove a few miles down the road and dumped it out the window).  I will drink it hot and cold and even room temperature.  I will drink it straight up black with no frills, or with a drop of cream or with a swirl of French Vanilla.  I will drink it up and down and sideways, one straw, two straws, no straw.

Yet I keep coming around to the idea that I don't love the taste.

I would question myself and ask if I'm an addict, but I can go days without it. I  can go camping and not suffer the unbearable withdrawals....but I miss it.  I miss the ritual of measuring the grounds and hearing the coffee pot start to perk.  I miss the aroma and the feel of holding a warm mug in my hand.  I miss that first bit of morning, when the world is quiet and I'm giving myself another 15 minutes to sit and relax and drink my coffee.

I like the comfortable routine of starting my day off with a cup of hot beverage.  And since I positively hate tea, coffee is for me!

This post is inspired by prompt #1 at Mama's Losin' It!


  1. I feel almost the exact same way except, I really do love the taste of coffee and especially the ritual, but I can also go days without it.

  2. That's funny. My hubby drinks it, too, though it doesn't like the taste much. It likes the taste of sweet in it. No creamer. I, on the other hand, love the taste & smell of coffee! And I drink it with creamer.

  3. I'm kind of like that too. I think it's because I haven't found the cup -- the perfect cup of coffee yet. It's my quest to find it. LMAO....or maybe I am just addicted.
    Actually, I go in spurts. I'll love coffee for a while and then I'll get tired of it and drink tea. Then I'll get tired of it and go back to coffee.
    Maybe I'm just weird :)