Ain't that the truth?
I remember the first time I drank coffee: I was in seventh grade and ordered a latte from Starbucks after school while hanging out with friends. I felt so mature. The strong, bitter taste filled my mouth and I loved that smoky flavor in addition to the sudden burst of energy espresso gave me. I was hooked.
"I orchestrate my morning to the tune of coffee" -Henry Mahtar
Since then, preparing and drinking coffee has become almost ritualistic for me. The bold taste of coffee tells me it's time to wake up. There's nothing like the smell of brewing french roast on a cold winter morning.
Every morning, I wake up and either prepare my own coffee or walk to a local coffee shop (okay, sometimes Starbucks) and buy a cup. When I'm making coffee myself, I use a three-cup french press.
Rise and shine!
xoxo