Coffee

Oh coffee, my first love.  Liquid gold.   There’s no pleasure quite like smelling coffee brewing first thing in the morning.   The first sip is always the best; it’s filled with smooth, velvety goodness.  No cream or sugar needed, they just dilute that pure taste.   This week our coffee maker broke.   Each time I walk into the kitchen, I feel a little jab of sadness when I see the empty place where our beloved coffee maker used to sit.  It will be a glorious day when the new one arrives. I feel like a kid on Christmas waiting for it to get here.

7 thoughts on “Coffee”

  1. Fun to think about the coffee maker. My husband feels the same way. His broke a few weeks ago. We had to make a trip out to get a new one that day. There was no waiting! (I am a tea drinker to I find the whole thing funny. Just give me a cup of hot water and my tea bag and I am good to go.)

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  2. I’m not a coffee drinker, but your description makes me wish I was! After the way you describe how much you love coffee, I can really feel your sadness when you walk by the empty space in the kitchen. Hope it comes soon!

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