I have a lot of coffee stories. Yes, its a love story!
My love for coffee started when I was a young teen, sitting with mum and dad, and watching them enjoying a cup of coffee. My brother was never a coffee drinker. My parents always added milk and sugar to their coffee, so naturally I added milk and sugar to mine thinking that was the only way you could drink coffee. We shared coffee many Saturdays and some Sunday mornings. My mum insisted I did coffee only weekends. Wonder why? Well, now that I think of it, she probably worried that coffee was bad for health. Later, during my undergrad school, going out with friends for a cup of coffee was a daily routine. This continued for many years.
Now, at 24, I simply am addicted to coffee because I work in a scientific research lab and still being a grad student, I pound over pages of research articles and drink pots and pots of coffee :P May be it helps my creative thinking. Or may be not. Who cares!? The once upon a time weekend drink is more a passionate life saver today. It simply is an obsession, a survival criteria.
That rich bitter taste of chicory embraces every bit of me. Its like childish romance. Be it winter or summer, its something that I simply WANT.
Sometimes, I forget chocolates. Its a rarity. But when I do, the pleasure of my life - that brown colored liquid is the culprit. Please forgive my coffee!
My love for coffee started when I was a young teen, sitting with mum and dad, and watching them enjoying a cup of coffee. My brother was never a coffee drinker. My parents always added milk and sugar to their coffee, so naturally I added milk and sugar to mine thinking that was the only way you could drink coffee. We shared coffee many Saturdays and some Sunday mornings. My mum insisted I did coffee only weekends. Wonder why? Well, now that I think of it, she probably worried that coffee was bad for health. Later, during my undergrad school, going out with friends for a cup of coffee was a daily routine. This continued for many years.
Now, at 24, I simply am addicted to coffee because I work in a scientific research lab and still being a grad student, I pound over pages of research articles and drink pots and pots of coffee :P May be it helps my creative thinking. Or may be not. Who cares!? The once upon a time weekend drink is more a passionate life saver today. It simply is an obsession, a survival criteria.
That rich bitter taste of chicory embraces every bit of me. Its like childish romance. Be it winter or summer, its something that I simply WANT.
Sometimes, I forget chocolates. Its a rarity. But when I do, the pleasure of my life - that brown colored liquid is the culprit. Please forgive my coffee!
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