I like coffee.
Once a day.
In the morning.
I became a latte drinking back in the late 90s in suburbs of Seattle. My mom got me my first espresso maker probably in 97 so I could make drinks at home and save money. I used that thing for years. I still have it. I have never made a pot of coffee, and drank all of it. A pot would've lasted me an entire week!
Miracle of miracles, the Keurig was created! My first one was given to me by my parents! It was one of the best gifts ever! I didn't always drink coffee in the morning. It was just an occasional treat I'd have at home. When I met Fred, he sent me a care package of coffee and a reusable k-cup. He hated the idea of me wasting money on the throwaway k-cups.
Now, Fred and I are married, and I still have my morning coffee. I actually have coffee with my creamer since I'm more of a creamer flavor kind of gal as opposed to a strong coffee taste.
Mornings can be rather amusing between Fred and I. He and I race to see who's going to make my coffee in the morning. Lately, he's been winning. I get started with work, and the next thing I know, he's handing me a cup of coffee. It's a single serving, but he uses the Chemex. That means he puts a lot more work (aka love) into my coffee than I do with my Keurig.
I sometimes can sneak over to my Keurig, but he always seems to hear me plug it in, and comes up right behind me to unplug it. I'm very thankful for my daily, morning blessing. What would I do without my guy?
I could write numerous posts on the topic of coffee, including my coffee cup collection from Starbucks. =)