Okay, so the time has come for us to confront the most important question of all. It’s time to look deep inside ourselves, pull the truth from the darkest caverns of our subconscious and confess that truth to the world. That question, of course, is this:
How—and when—do we drink our coffee?
Okay, so this sounds like a silly subject. And on the surface, this appears to be a simple question! But as us diehard coffee enthusiasts know, this answer is anything but simple. Some of us like our coffee on the go, on the road, in a travel mug. Some of us like it late at night, with a good book. Some of us like it black. Some of us like it with ice cream. Some like grounding the beans themselves, and others like the ease of instant coffee. The list goes on.
Consider: coffee taste is so personal—and usually, so specific—that it can’t help but give us insight into a person’s personality. It’s about more than just taste, really. Like with alcohol, you can tell a lot about a person by how they take their coffee. The same kind of person that drinks it black, harsh and bitter is different than the kind who drinks it warm, thick and sugary. The kind of person who drinks their coffee on the road is different than the kind who reserves a whole hour in the morning for their treasured “coffee time.” Even those who don’t drink coffee, and instead opt for something like green tea or hot chocolate, are revealing something by that very choice.
As for me? As I’ve stated in prior coffee-obsessed posts, I drink it black. The darker the better. Though I’ll happily drink any coffee, even bad coffee, my ideal cup is dark, strong and brewed from freshly ground beans. I always have it first thing in the morning, and during the latter half of the day I like to drink it when I have a good period of time to sit and do contemplative things; writing, working on an outline, reading a book book, and so on. To me, coffee is tied to creativity and mental activity, so I always prefer to have a long period of time in which to patiently enjoy my cup, rather than rushing through it. Though I’m pretty open to coffee in all of its many forms. Coffee always makes anything—and everything—better.
As I’ve said before, it’s often the simple things that matter most. There are few things in the world that make me happier than a good cup of coffee, and I hope to enjoy that small pleasure until the day I die.
So, what about you?
How do you guys like your coffee? Let’s hear it!