If you were to ask me what’s the one thing in life I could never possibly give up, the answer, without question, would be coffee. And not just because I’ve been drinking it every day since I was fifteen and without it, I’d develop debilitating caffeine withdrawal headaches–NO! My borderline unhealthy coffee consumption is a result of so many other reasons in addition to that.
This delicious, tooth-staining, life-giving liquid makes up a hearty percentage of my body weight at any given moment. It’s a beloved part of my daily routine, my closest confidant, and my best frenemy; the one real constant in a life of perpetual change. It comforts me in times of stress and my spirits are instantly lifted by the mere scent of it.
When I’m traveling it’s no different. I’m constantly seeking out the best, the hottest, the blackest (we’re still talking about coffee, of course).
But I have some confessions to make about this obsessive caffeine habit of mine, and I pity the fool who tries to come between me and my daily cuppa.
Confession #1: I have no tolerance for milk in my coffee. The flavor of coffee demands to be tasted, not diluted. It’s black or nothing.
Confession #2: Sugar has no place in a cup of coffee, either. Unless you’re serving me an extra-tamped shot of espresso you can keep your sugar packet.
Confession #3: Breakfast must be accompanied by a cup of coffee. Bad things happen otherwise.
Confession #4: An afternoon cup of coffee, when necessary (i.e. always), must be accompanied by a pastry.
Confession #5: Coffee is best enjoyed in a beautifully adorned cafe with a vibe that borders on pretentious hipster.
Confession #6: Coffee-flavored things are superior to other things.
Confession #7: Sometimes I buy dark chocolate covered espresso beans and then eat them too fast to take a picture.
Confession #8: If it didn’t make me look totes crazy, I’d probably eat the normal beans too.
So, knowing this, can we still be friends? I promise not to sit too close to you with coffee breath. Just kidding, I can’t guarantee that at all.
Are you a coffee lover like me? What’s your can’t-live-without-it obsession?
