“A smoke, a book, a cup of coffee.
These are the little things that get us through this sometimes weary world and all the rainy days.”
In college coffee was a kind of casual accessory for me. It’s what you did as an English major, sat around a plastic table in the shade at the makeshift coffee shop in between classes clinging to a bottomless cup, smoking cigarettes and debating the world at large with fellow (usually denim clad, equally caffeinated) undergrads. I could never really pull off the smoking, and actually never had much of an interest, but did my best to always look like I was damn near desperate for one more cup. Now days I really am. Waking up to four kids just after the sun’s come up, it’s become one of my day’s greatest highlights. I look forward to the smell, and sound of it brewing. I like to prepare it before I feed everyone breakfast and then try to enjoy it while I sit down alone in the dinning room to read emails and catch up online. It’s an hour I give to myself. The boys get to indulge in their morning cartoons and I snag that brief period of peace where I can think soundly while answering mail, paying bills, or editing blog posts.
On a particularly rough day, I might crave a second cup late afternoon. It’s usually when I’m feeling torn between a stiff end of the day cocktail, or another helping of caffeine. On the good days, an iced coffee wins. On the bad days, an end of the evening glass of wine kicks coffee in the head.
Here, a few of my friends share their own ‘love of the cup’ sentiments and we welcome you to join in and do the same, sharing bits of your own coffee rituals here in the comments section, or via instagram under the hashtag #loveofthecup to accompany those pretty mug shots we’ve all come to know and love.
Come on play. Should be fun!
When you’re pregnant and have a 3 year old to look after, coffee consumption is non-negotiable. I started brewing half decaf/half regular (I know…half chemicals, half caffeine, which probably equals 100% poison). No guilt here though. I usually don’t even finish a full mug, and yet it is so essential to feeling human in the morning. While I typically take my coffee black, throughout this pregnancy I’ve been drinking it with a substantial amount of coconut oil and cream to satisfy my body’s craving for fat. Mmmm….is it morning yet?
I don’t drink coffee every day but when I do, I add a lot of cream.
Coldstone Delight creamer at that. Straight off the Keurig because I am fancy.
The choice of mug is muy importante and changes daily based off my mood.
On school mornings I slurp greedily and as fast as I can.
On weekends and over the summer, I take it to a spot in my house that I love to curl up with my phone.
I usually never finish, because the end of a lukewarm coffee is just as bad as the end of a lukewarm beer.