I honestly have no clue how to categorize the stream of consciousness that led to this particular tidbit of a post, really. I was thinking today about random things and fell upon the subject of coffee.
I have a bit of an addiction some would say. I can barely function without coffee and quickly become a scrutinizing, growling monster of a woman. It’s honestly not too horrible for me personally but I’ve been told by my fiancé and closest friends it’s a pitiable situation to find themselves in.
I can’t stand black coffee. My cousin would joke (I think she’s serious, actually) that black coffee is engineer’s coffee. Strong, to the point, and purposeful. Adding creamer, sugar, and such is pointless filler. It makes the final product beautiful but less effective. Artist jumbo jumbo. Seeing as she’s a mechanical engineer and drinks her coffee as black as night, I can only assume this to be truth.
We chatted and decidedly called my coffee, sprinkled with ample amounts of delicious flavored creamer, writer’s coffee. With beautiful swirls of flavor and a rich aroma it both soothes and encourages the soul. All that extra filler gives layer after layer of purpose and intent doused in inspiration.
Lately, my creamer of choice is called Toasted Marshmallow Mocha. It’s just a fancy way to say s’mores sans graham cracker. Otherwise known as perfectly delicious. The day this runs out of stock or is discontinued, I will probably mourn at least a little.
Do you have a drink of choice? Do you drink coffee? Are more of an engineer or writer coffee person? I’d love to hear the thoughts of others!!