My Love Letter to Coffee
Written by Austin
Each and every one of us has a moment or period in their daily lives or monthly routines where they just flat out look forward to. For me, that is Coffee Time. Now that can be in the morning, afternoon, or evening, the time is not necessarily as important as the experience for me. Quite simply, I love coffee. Always have, always will. To the detriment of my teeth or the depletion of my bank account or the incessant bathroom trips that invariably follow, they are all worth it in the end to get my fix.
I had the fortunate chance to begin my coffee drinking habit by way of my great grandmother at the age of 5. Every visit to the farm would include some coffee. And this was not your traditional run of the mill Folgers instant coffee. No, being proud Scandinavians this was Swedish Egg Coffee. And yes, you guessed it, the brewing process includes a raw egg (more information here with a recipe here). At first it was just the last sip, when the coffee was at a manageable drinking temperature for a kid my age. As the years passed, that sip turned into a cup, and that cup was cherished as some monumental coming of age or right of passage. I now had my own cup and was able to partake with all the adults. A big deal! From there it became a nightly (crazy right, coffee before bed for a teenager!) habit with my parents, and the after dinner verbal "drawing of straws" would always happen to determine who would be putting the fresh pot of java on. It was a game nobody minded losing and the end product was always something we all looked forward to. Fast forward to adulthood and the tradition remains, albeit not necessarily in the family home. No matter where we are, the question of "where and when are we stopping for coffee" always looms large. Now call me crazy, but I just so happened to fall in love with a girl who never drank coffee and honestly didn't care for it at all. Nuts right? Well you can't control love and at this point I have swayed her a little and she has become a sucker for cappuccinos and lavender lattés.
Call this an addiction or vice if you want, I consider it more of a family tradition. With every passing year, my love for the drink has increased and my appreciation for how, not only it tasted, but the memories it conjured multiplied.We all search to find things, or experiences, or people that bring a sense of warmth and nostalgia. That is what coffee is to me. It holds a special place in my heart because of the greater meaning, not simply the taste or texture. If you ask anybody in my life today, a huge part of my daily schedule revolves around the making, finding, drinking, and experiencing of coffee. I believe this will forever be the case. Whether I'm flying solo or back with my parents, or even introducing my future children to it, I think the value it brings will continue to thrive and the joy it brings me will far outweigh the cost or the time. I adore each sip and celebrate every cup. So cheers to coffee, something that will always carry more meaning to me than most will know.