I don’t understand coffee or what it is about it that just feels so good? Besides whiskey, there’s no other drink that after the first gulp makes me want to curl into a ball on the couch and be happy. It feels like home. Which is so strange because I didn’t even start drinking it until after my third baby was born. I don’t know where I thought I was all those non coffee drinking years, but I most certainly was not home.
And if we’re being honest, it’s not really that tasty. I like milkshakes much more. And yet, you’ll never see me craving a milkshake in the morning.
“Don’t even TRY to speak to me before I’ve had my milkshake! I absolutely cannot function!”
If it’s the warmth and comfort coffee brings then why doesn’t hot cocoa or a bowl of soup do the same thing? Why don’t we put a pot of chicken noodle soup on the oven every morning and update our Facebook status with things like “Running on low…need more chicken noodle soup!” or “Walked out of the house wearing two different shoes…remind me not to skip my soup in the morning!” or “trying to cut down to just one cup of soup a day…already failed!”
It doesn’t work.
We love our coffee. We dress it up, add milk, flavored syrups, creamers, put it on ice, pin coffee quotes, invite friends over to share, collect coffee mugs, make coffee jokes and fancy up the name. Cappuccino, Americano, Frappuccino, Mocha Latte Breve Espresso Grande…we have to have it. It makes us happy and warm and excited and happy…
Aw crap, I think understand coffee now.
I have an addiction, don’t I?