(To the left is a cup of coffee I had in Spain, I loved the coffee in Spain, and I guess any other coffee is less significant because I rarely take photos of them before I drink them)
In my years of drinking coffee, which is just coming to about five years (started when I was 18, when work and schoolwork seemed never ending and I wake up thinking about when I get to sleep again), I thought I would’ve at least be able to tell what good coffee is, decipher the descriptions for the coffee beans, that often sound like a bougie french meal to me: notes of dark charcoal, chocolatey, nutty, darjeeling… and so on.
But there are a few things I can tell you about coffee:
I can tell you if it’s shitty coffee or not.
whether certain coffees taste better cold or hot.
soy milk latte tastes like regret, while oat milk does wonders.
Coconut milk tastes fabulous with your coffee but feels a little too heavy.
Pumpkin spice lattes taste good, but mostly always taste better in your mind.
Most Japanese black coffees in the tin bottles are decent, but you’ll never finish the whole bottle even when you tell yourself you can.
don’t buy those lattes in tetra packs from M&S even if they look so healthy and enticing unless you like your coffee so milky that it’s basically milk with a drop of coffee.
Nor should you leave the coffee you filtered at home on the table for more than a day, because it will taste rank, and it will defeat the purpose of you bringing coffee on your own, because you’ll end up buying a new cup anyways.
So no, I am no coffee connoisseur, but I think I’m more of a connoisseur of what coffee feels like. Sometimes it feels like motivation, the right amount of hype to bring me to start the day productive, to be my preworkout that keeps my energy pumping through the reps. Sometimes it feels like a crutch, a reason to get on with my day even though I would much rather crawl back into bed and spend the day with my anxious thoughts. Sometimes it feels like a sign, a sign that today is the day I feel like sunshine instead of grey clouds, like a productive sprint instead of a procrastinating couch cuddler. Coffee, a key element of my adult life, what would I ever do without you? Or more accurately, what would I ever feel without you?
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