If such a thing as an unlikely coffee drinker existed, then I am sure I am one too. After years of chicory (calling it coffee would degrade the nobility of the coffee bean) and it's “plastic” taste, often finding myself glued to a cup of atrocity I just couldn’t sip or swallow, I vowed to never “fake”-compliment this hot drink again.
This resulted in my becoming a tea drinker and lover of especially earl grey and green (with orange and ginger). I came to understand the complex relationship between flavor, taste, time and temperature without even realising it. It all came together in that first cup of Nespresso when the origin of the beans spoke for themselves.
In the preceding years my bff was the only one who earned the right to feed me the best homemade old school cup of coffee south of the Sahara. To this day I still haven’t the faintest how she did it, but I do know that the ingredient that lifted this ordinary coffee too a dizzy height, was LOVE. She took her time, gingerly creating this cup of friendship.
The taste of a good cup of coffee lies in the personal experience, much like the saying, “beauty is in the eye of the beholder” describes.
Coffee shops have become the place where old friendships are rekindled, new ones are forged and favourite baristas are revisited. I frequent the ones where this life surrounding good coffee happens.
Speaking of friends, one of my best friends in life is music. Uplifting, foot tapping, heart touching and inspiring music. I just love it when an artist creates an arrangement with care and passion, creating something that makes their own heart sing. And when a song is about something pure, the music speaks for itself. Just like coffee beans do. This is why I thought to share with you this perfect little song sung by two people singing about..... yes you’ve guessed it, Morning Coffee! Need I say more? Oh, and the band’s name is The Bottomless Coffee Band........ of course.
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