Me too.
As a small child the first thing I’d wake up to was the roar of my mother’s coffee grinder. I swear she owned the loudest one on the market. And she used to grind them fresh every morning. She didn’t as I got older. I’d hear the grinder and when she finally dragged me downstairs I’d smell the coffee. Kenya AA was her favorite. And we’d go to Bucks County Coffee, or Delancey Street Bagels to get beans. Back then, Bucks County Coffee was in every grocery store in the area – Genuardi’s – who would later sell to Giant. And Delancey Street was a few stores up in Wynnewood Shopping Center from where it stood for 20 odd, maybe almost 30 years before it closed. I loved the smell of that coffee. And in the winters Delancey Street had the best hot chocolate.
I begged my mother for years to let me have coffee. She relented in 9th grade.
When I went off all my psych meds – when drinking caffeine hit me like cocaine – before I caved to going back on medication after 5 months.
I started drinking coffee again first.
It reminds me of a different time. It tastes like a warm hug. And all life is is simple pleasures.
Waking up to my beautiful husband and a hot cup of coffee are the most precious things in the world.
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