Homage to Coffee, My Favourite Thing
Coffee is about freshly turned Earth and the soul of things; sunburned hands and aromatic roasts. It is black magic served in tiny ceramic cups with a millimeter of chocolate coloured foam, or sloshed into chipped mugs, or brewed slowly on Sundays and guzzled over brunch. It is the only way I can wake up in the morning.
Oh please, let me be proustian and sentimental: the smell excites me, the first sip burns my tongue and I delicately lick the cup’s edge. As I swallow, the aroma fills my mouth with intoxicating darkness.
I could write coffee porn.
Other favourite things, in no particular order, include, bedtime stories, good bass lines, Indian summers, mountains, wine, bubble gum, the sea side, pop (of the cultural as opposed to the soda variety) and the sound of rain on a tin roof.
amen! cannot add anything to that!
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Ah, the deep black pool of staisfying caffinated bliss, responsible for as many wars and tenants of modern cultural inequality as booze, or opium...shrouded as it is under the false veneer of "respectabilty", though the coffee tree don't grow very far from the coco plant, or the poppy, in most parts...just ask Haiti...
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