I haven’t drank coffee in over six months. This morning, for the first time in some time, I woke up and missed it.
Coffee and I have a long history, starting back when my face became a permanent fixture on my dad’s coffee mug, decal style. Then dad decided to open a bookstore with a coffeeshop inside it. Destiny was drawing me.
When I traveled to Australia I kicked the habit. Even worked at a coffeeshop. I took up tea, and was glad I did when I made it to China. Jasmine.
Back home in North Carolina, I made up for lost time. One cup with cream and sugar became 1/2 a pot black or a 4-shot Americano. For a time I called it a quad and wore a green apron. For a time. Coffee was associated with ability to function as I slowly forgot that water wasn’t always hot and black.
In 2010 I made this video as homage to the aroma and the jitters. Now in 2012 the french press is reserved for loose leaf chai tea.
But this morning, I missed it.