Coffee Conundrum

For anyone who has ever met me, or even seen me scuttling around, the one item that is always by my side is my trusty mug filled to the brim with bold black coffee. Those same people can also tell you that when I'm not drinking coffee: I reek of coffee, talk about coffee, think about coffee, and plan my next trip to the closest Starbucks. My life, essentially revolves around the rich, bold, brash flavours of the bean.

I suppose my introduction to coffee started as an accident. From what I remember, I mistakenly grabbed my father's afternoon latte thinking it was my pick-me-up hot chocolate. After one sip, I was hooked. This on its own would not have been a problem had I not discovered the wonders that lie in the heaven that is a Starbucks. Rather quickly, my minor obsession unfolded into a full blown obsession. 

I understand the inherent "dangers" of drinking coffee such as, stunted growth and the jitters, (believe me, I always am jittery), but there is something so soothing about the entire process of making and drinking coffee. I am put at ease by the sound of water gently rushing through the cool, aromatic coffee grounds. The scintillating trance, brought on by soft waves of roasted Columbian beans wafting through the air into my sleepy nose first thing in the morning, is enough to make me weak at the knees. Then there is the climactic explosion of savoury, deep, bittersweet delight as the chocolate brown fusion of bean and water collide on the yearning surface that is my tongue.

Perhaps my love of "the bean" has gone a little too far. I mean, when I walk into Starbucks I hear, " Tall 2.5 no water double shot and a hint of whole milk is here!" Of course, I am flattered as being known by a drink I so affectionately call "Essential Elixir" but sometimes I lie awake at night (brought on BY the Essential Elixir) wondering if this lusting for coffee has gone too far. After all, caffeine is considered a drug and it really is not appropriate to indulge decadent delights too often. But for the time being, I will accept my coffee indulging vice and continue to scuttle around clutching my beloved coffee mug close to my heart.