Freshly brewed coffee, my bitter, but sweet obsession. Oddly, this extraordinary concoction never managed to keep me awake.
One of my most unforgettable memories as a child is the coffee treat we got few times every month. Maybe it was a really happy Sunday, or just a day my mom felt sorry for her little girl gulping down her giant glass of Bournvita milk, just to finish it off as quickly as possible.
2 glasses of milk everyday: A widely accepted and regularised misery every child was put through. So, getting a coffee on these rare occasions, even though it was just another glass milk, was cause for celebration.
Coffee has always been a drink for grown ups. And our parents and their parents came up with ingenious methods to keep us away from big-people-drinks like tea and coffee.
To make up for all the times you were denied coffee as a child, drink a double shot of espresso, or pour it over a scoop of ice cream if you are feeling fancy.
Coffee & Me: Not a one sided love story
We all have that one friend we don’t speak to everyday. He is that constant in our lives, who gathers and saves a bouquet of comfort, love and warmth, ready to dispatch it to your location, when you need it the most.
Coffee is that friend for me.
I always say that I love food, and food loves me. I cannot help it, I don’t even force it, but it works, because I think it is destiny.
While I too believe that coffee, specifically black, is a taste that develops and blossoms slowly over time, I also believe in the natural and in-the-moment occurrences and coincidences.
Of all the coffees I ever tried, I do not remember having disliked even a single one. Maybe it is my unending love for coffee, or simply, an unbiased acceptance of every unique taste. As I said, it is indeed a wholesome relationship.
Daily Cravings Ft. Fresh Brews
If I got one rupee for every coffee craving I had everyday, I would be a millionaire by now.
Alas no one pays you to dream about coffee, but a girl can hope, right? And why not? Because all hope is not lost as yet! One day, one very fine day I will get paid, just to sip on coffee. But until then, let’s keep writing (and buying).
Coffee for me has been the easiest and fastest craving to satisfy. How difficult can it get? All you want to own, is a way to boil water and an unlimited supply of instant coffees, and you are set!
But this was only for the everyday cuppa. What about all the fancy brews that take their own sweet time, both hot and cold. The classic slow and steady filter coffee, sourced right from the farms of Chikmagalur, or the spiced up Turkish coffee brewing away swiftly as the modern machine hums softly in the chic kitchen.
Coffee is not demanding, but neither is it a pushover. Instant coffee is the quick fix that we all need on busy days. But our traditional filter will make us wait and wait until the craving in us causes an explosion.
Which reminds me, I started making my filter coffee before I started writing my blog. Do you think it’s done, or will it make me wait me more?
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