I love a cup of hot, strong coffee in the morning, and not just a cup. A big mug. The coffee’s got to be good, too. None of that Maxwell House or burnt Starbucks for me. No, it’s got to be rich with a great bouquet, and then thickened with a slug of half-and-half swirled deep within.
It’s not that I need the buzz in the morning. Well, I could use the kind of coffee jolt other people report, but caffeine just doesn’t do that for me. I don’t feel a thing. I just like the taste of coffee first thing in the morning.
Not like those horrific caffeine drinks that young people consume in great quantities despite the fact that they taste like swill. Like Red Bull. No, coffee is a refined beverage.
Or it was before Starbucks got hold of it.
Oh, to sip cafe au lait from a small, white cup in a Paris cafe, maybe with a sweet macaron on the side. So civilized. Not like taking a trenti non-fat, chemically sweetened frappucino to go in your big gas-guzzling Escalade. Not like that at all.
But I’m just back from Sicily and in my homeland we like our coffee hot and dark.
I have to admit I still like a little bit of white in mine. A cappuccino, maybe, with a cornetto on the side. The perfect breakfast. (A cornetto is sort of like a croissant, but in Italy.)
Almost a decade ago I spent a month in Rome and that was my breakfast every day at a tiny cafe a few blocks from my apartment.
And it’s still my favorite breakfast when I’m in the motherland. Always with a delicious coffee.
Oh sure, coffee’s not good for you, some studies show.
Or yes, coffee IS good for you, other studies say.
Well, whatever. As in all things, moderation.
When I was a kid, it was commonly believed that coffee would stunt the growth of children, do you remember that? I don’t remember drinking coffee growing up or even at college, but once I hit adulthood, I hit the pot big-time. Coffee-pot, that is.
So, wondering about your own relationship with coffee: love it, hate it, or know any good old wives’ tales about it? Do you let your kids drink coffee?