Sunday Coffee

I love my coffee. There is nothing like starting the day with a nice hot cup of coffee. Sunday coffee is especially nice though. On Sunday mornings I can sit quietly and enjoy my coffee without all the distractions of the world around me. I can slowly sip it and savor every precious moment. It's just me and my coffee.

I have loved coffee for as long as I can remember. My Grandmother Lottie first let me taste it. Her real name was Carlotta but everyone called her Lottie. I called her Grandma Lottie. She would sit in her tiny kitchen, reading the paper every morning and sip her coffee. She drank it strong and black. She would only make one cup though because she believed in moderation.

On weekends, I would drop by and visit her. She would offer me breakfast but I usually declined because I knew she didn't have much and I didn't want to take what little she had. On mornings that I said yes though, she would make a small batch of pancakes for me. She would make them from scratch and almost never had syrup. Instead she would put a small mound of sugar in the middle of the stack and then add a few spoon fulls of her coffee right out of her cup. Then I would smear it over the pancakes and enjoy. Those were great memories. I really loved Grandma Lottie.

Back then, there wasn't the selection of coffees we have today. Hers was strong,full of flavor and almost overpowering but she liked it that way. Today though, you can get it in any number of ways. From dark rich Colombian to sweet creamy lattes. I still like mine simple but not too heavy. I still sometimes have the the traditional Colombian but I prefer a more modern contemporary coffee. I think coffee is great anyway you serve it.

I gave up coffee for a while. No particular reason, I just thought I would try life without it. Coffee must be really powerful though because when I didn't have it, I craved it every day. I longed to have it back in my life and thought about it all the time. I know I could never live without it. Sometimes when I wake up early and lay in bed, all I think about is coffee. The good thing is coffee is everywhere. If I get up late and miss it at home, I can find it anywhere from the grocery store to the library.

Coffee is in every country too. I doubt if there is any country where coffee can't be found. You may have to look hard in some places because it isn't out where everyone can see it but I know it is still there. Even in countries like China where most people drink tea. coffee is still there. In poor places like Ethiopia there is still coffee. The other day I had Ethiopian coffee by the way and it was good. I just want to say "coffee is good".

On cold winter mornings, there is nothing better than a hot cup of coffee. As you sip it, it enters you and warms you from the inside and before you know it, you are warm all over. As long as I sip it, the cold stays out and I feel warm inside. On hot days I enjoy a glass of ice coffee. Coffee is so refreshing. Coffee is great. Well I have finished my coffee but I want more so let me go get it. I hope you are enjoying your morning coffee.

You could say coffee is a lot like God in every way I mentioned above. Have a great Sunday,

Greg