A Long Term Love Affair

My first sip of coffee happened when I was about two years old. I was raised by coffee drinkers [my parents, my grandparents ..] and I was determined to have a drink of my grandma's coffee. She waited until it had gone cold and I had a sip - just a tiny bit - and it was wonderful. From then on I got a tiny sip of coffee now and again [my grandma was lenient but not stupid - she knew giving a toddler coffee was a bad idea but that tiny bit couldn't hurt ... could it?].

From the age of 12 I was drinking coffee every weekend, Saturday and Sunday mornings, as my mom made the mistake of showing me how to make it. From the age of 14, high school days, I was drinking 2 cups a morning.

Is this a love affair or an obsession? Could I live without the gorgeous rich taste of my coffee? Moving to England, I was appalled at how many people drink instant coffee! It must come from a coffee maker! I've had two perculators since I moved here, the first one broke I used it so much.

I can drink it black, with no sugar. Sometimes for a change I have it with sugar and milk. Or any way really. When I was pregnant I thought it was a good idea to cut down but it was harder than giving up smoking for nine months at a time. I love coffee hot, I love cold coffee drinks. I love espresso and I love macchiato. From the most dire grog to gourmet beans I will drink it. It's magic to me.

Drinking so much coffee has also led me to a slight obsession with buying mugs. If I'm going to have to use something all day every day, I might as well have a choice and they might as well look interesting. Coffee and mugs go hand in hand.

It has been pointed out to me that caffeine is a drug, and in truth decaf coffee does not taste the same to me, so perhaps I am an addict. But I know my limits. If I start to feel ill or jittery, I stop. But after 14+ years of drinking it, it takes a lot to get to that point.

I knew I loved coffee but who knew I loved it enough to write so much about it? So much that my cup is running low on the blessed fuel of my days, to the kitchen with it for another refill ...


littledharmabum littledharmabum
26-30, F
1 Response Mar 28, 2008

I don't think I had my first taste of coffee until I was 12 or so, but I always loved the smell. Sometimes thinking about my first cup in the only thing that can drag my butt out of bed. I have worked 3rd shirt for the past four years and I probably drink more then ever now!