It seems to me you could talk about coffee and all of the kinds and all of the ways and all of the prices that go along with coffee consumption until you are blue in the face. Not that trying to convince someone that coffee is indeed a satisfying hot beverage should be your goal. Not that one is missing out on what life is all about if clasping a warm-on-the-verge-of-hot cinnamon nut mocha is not part of their daily experience. You could talk forever about coffee I think, over coffee.
Memories of favorite cups of it in different places at different times of day, literally over the years, with different folks or all by myself, coffee has held a popular spot in my life. I actually had a bachelorette party before the sun came up on my wedding day at Dunkin Donuts with a handful of my girlfriends. I had tired rings under my eyes in my wedding photographs because of getting up so early, but I think it was worth it.
The cup and how it feels in my hand matters, the season does not matter, the freshness matters, but to someone else the cup may not matter, the season may matter and maybe someone would not care if it had been sitting in a pot for three hours before they were able to sip it. Oh and what is pretty important is how the rim of the cup feels on my lips. And I don't like styrofoam. If I order a medium sized cup in Dunkin, I also ask for a small cup to pour it in because the small-sized cup is cardboard as opposed to the medium sized cup being styro.
My initials match Dunkin Donuts, my daughter, whose initials match Dunkin Donuts worked there for three plus years and her coffee-stained clothes did not upset me. I used to love to stop there while she was working because she could put together the best-tasting cup in Bergen County, I kid you not. Lately, however, since she is away at college, I have been enjoying coffee comfort at home, all by myself. The thought of having my first cup in the morning works better than an alarm clock to get me up and at 'm.
This is all quite personal and yet I share the info openly because I love coffee. May seem superficial to some (and I would bet those "some" are not coffee-lovers. You have to be one to understand.) "Our" population is LARGE which is not arguable. A certain high-priced "brightdollars" chain has stores splashed around like drops from a gigantic spilled coffee pot!! I just hold on to the fact that they are good for the economy and try not to judge how much they actually get per cup...
So, after all is said and drank, to coffee-lovers everywhere, count your blessings when you indulge, knowing the Source of All Comfort does not exist in that cup of coffee, tho He has given us all things richly to enjoy. But I think the real proverb here can be said like this - peace is having a cup of coffee, and knowing Who to thank.
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