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.