Sunday, July 3, 2011

My Ode To Coffee

Coffee. I heart you.

In a world where more kids know how to get pot on the daily and adderall for finals than knowing our Vice Presidents name, I’d say my addiction isn’t so bad. In fact, I think I just justified it.

I remember my early days with coffee, when I would tag along with older family members to the newly popular Starbucks and get a decaf caramel frappuccino, then came the strawberries and crème. I’d say it wasn’t until college that my decaf days slowly began to reach their end. Thanks to late nights for papers, the dreaded finals week, I slowly began to down sugary, sweet cups of coffee, and somewhere down the line I slowly began to appreciate the beautiful, strong smell and taste of freshly brewed coffee. I can’t imagine starting my day without a cup of coffee. I love that I’m a fan of sweet tasty frappuccinos, iced drinks, hot lattes, tasty macchiatos, and just a simply cup of black coffee with a little bit of milk and dash of sugar. I love:  the jump start it gives my day, the great mood it puts me in, drinking a nice hot cup on a cold winter day and a refreshing iced coffee on a hot summer day, that it makes me a nicer person, the smell of it, the beauty perks (it helps fight aging), and the happiness my favorite coffee joint brings me aka Starbucks. I don’t care how commercialized it is. I love it and hope you do too.