Saturday, September 29, 2018

THE BEST PART OF WAKIN' UP

I was about ten years old when I tasted coffee for the first time. My grandma was drinking it. I looked at the steaming black liquid in her cup. I had to admit that the coffee did not look very good, but if my grandma liked coffee it must taste good. 

"Can I have a cup of coffee?" I asked her. She poured a little coffee in a cup for me. It was hot. I carefully picked up the cup. I took a sip. 'Yuck," I exclaimed. "This tastes like coffee grounds."  My grandma kept a jar of those hard coffee candies on the coffee table in her living room. I liked the candy, I thought that was what coffee tasted like. Boy, was I wrong!

When I started college I'd eat my breakfast in the cafeteria. My breakfast consisted of an omelet and a cup of. hot chocolate. I learned quickly that if I wanted to fit in I had to start drinking coffee. I did, with cream. (I drink it black with sweetener now.) I have enjoyed drinking coffee ever since. I had different coffee mugs. My favorite mug was my 50th anniversary Barbie commemorative mug. I drank my coffee out of that mug from the day I got it until the day I left my house.  That mug was one of the last things my mom gave me.

Starbucks...I have no words. Their Cafe Mocha Latte and Iced Carmel Frappuccino are two of my favorites. During the holidays; I have one of their Peppermint Mochas. Starbucks had a blueberry scone that was delicious. There was nothing better than a coffee and blueberry scone from Starbucks. I used to get that often when I lived in my house. Lucky for me there was a Starbucks close by. I love the Starbucks coffee in the glass bottles too. Whenever I am given a gift card from Target those coffees are the first thing that I purchase.

Almost everyone at the nursing home drank coffee. I was in good company. When I. moved to the group home, however, I was told my housemates did not drink coffee. How was I going to survive?  I went without coffee for two days until a friend came to my rescue. She brought me a large cup of coffee. Those were the hardest two days of my life. Something was definitely missing in my life without coffee. 

I have a coffee maker now.  You can all breathe a sigh of relief. All is right in my world.

Happy National Coffee Day.







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