This weekend marked an anniversary of a life changing event in my life. In fact, one could say that my life is very, very different as a result of it.
2 years ago while on our annual Labor Day cabin trip I did something I had never done before.
I finished a cup of coffee.
Sure, I had had a sip once or twice, hoping to like it like my friends… but I never really cared for it.
And so I gave up, b/c ignorance is bliss. But I found myself begging my husband to become a coffee drinker just so our house could have that wonderful aroma of coffee brewing each morning.
He wasn’t interested in “becoming addicted to a drug,” as he put it.
I don’t know what changed 2 years ago… maybe it was the hormones from child number 4, maybe it was that I finally tasted good coffee (the bolder and stronger the better in my book), but I fell in love 2 years ago and there is no going back.
I drink a good 4-6 cups a day. I love the smell, I love the taste, I love the warmth, I love the feel of the mug in my hand as I sip all morning long. I typically top mine off throughout the morning, it keeps it at just the right temp. I like mine with sugar, no milk or cream.
I actually went from never drinking the stuff, to a coffee snob. I like the good stuff. I like it bold. I like it freshly roasted and freshly ground.
And then to make life even sweeter, this winter my little brother became a coffee roaster and sells his own beans. I ordered from him the first time because he is my brother and that’s what sisters do. But, I became a subscriber (which means that I get my coffee shipped monthly to my door) because it is that good and I didn’t want to deal with those terrible headaches I got when I ran out of coffee and had to wait for my next shipment. It’s good stuff people.
Fall is just around the corner… I am eager for Pumpkin Spiced Lattes and then peppermint flavored coffee.