It’s the most beautiful
day of the year: National Coffee Day!!
As I am sitting
here enjoying a beautiful cup of hazelnut coffee, I reminisce about all the
cups of coffee I have drank over the years.
I do not recall
the exact date of my first sip of coffee, but I do remember that is was
sometime in between middle school and high school.
Coffee had
always intrigued me. From a young age, I observed it as a “magic potion” that
would give people unlimited energy. And me, being an overachieving adolescent,
wanted to have more time in the day to be productive (just like the adults).
One day, I
watched from the breakfast table as my mother poured cream and sugar into her
coffee and my dad drank his coffee straight black. It was in that moment that I decided I
wanted to drink coffee for the rest of my life.
My mother poured
a cup of the brown liquid and sat it in front of me on the dining table. I
remember her asking me if I wanted any cream or sugar. But I said no because I
decided I could be my father’s daughter and drink my coffee black.
I don’t know why I thought drinking my first cup of coffee without cream or sugar was a good idea. But it
wasn’t.
I took one sip
and made a disgusted face towards my dad. He gave me a look of pure enjoyment
as he watched his youngest daughter’s face go from happiness to pure bitterness.
I was not expecting
coffee to taste hot and gross. For some reason, I thought coffee was supposed
to taste warm and sweet, like hot chocolate. I swallowed the gulp and then
passed my full cup over to my dad to finish.
I was defeated
by the adult “magic potion.”
I decided I would
never drink coffee again! Never again!
But then I grew
older and became a Junior in high school and gained a best friend named Katie.
Katie and Kristen enjoy Starbucks |
Katie is a
spunky, determined human-being and she brought coffee back into my life. After
school we would go to our local coffee shop, get coffee and then talk about
everything.
I fell in love with Frappuccino’s because of her.
As we began to hangout
more, I began to become a “social” coffee drinker. I would only drink the
fancy coffees from coffeehouses but not my parent’s coffee at home. However, that all changed when I moved in with
my roommate during my freshman year of college.
Jackie is a
caring, lovable human-being (she is often referred to as the “mom” in our friend group).
I thought it was
strange she brought a coffeemaker to college.
I had never met someone that loved coffee so much that they had to have
it in the room with them at all times.
It was a cold day
in November, I was writing a paper for my Civic Engagement class and Jackie was
reading her science fiction book. Jackie
turned to me with a smile and she said “Would you like a cup of coffee? I can
make a pot for us.”
I felt obligated
as her roommate to accept this kind gesture and so I accepted. However, little did I know that my life was
about to turn upside down.
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Jackie and Kristen take Chicago. |
Before Jackie
handed me my cup of coffee, she asked if I would like some caramel macchiato
creamer. I once again accepted.
I took my first
drink of Jackie’s coffee and I fell in love faster than the time it takes for a
hot drink to burn someone’s tongue.
It was then that
I found my “magic potion.”
I would then go
on to ask Jackie to make a pot of coffee at least 50 times a week. I think it
was after the 5th time of me asking that I think Jackie regretted ever offering
me coffee.
Now, I am a
Junior in college. I am a “social” and
an “individual” coffee drinker. I like to drink my fancy coffees from
coffeehouses and I like to drink coffee that I make at home.
But coffee is
more than just a “magical potion” that helps me function on a daily basis. It
is also a “magical potion” that brought me close to some of my best friends.
I gained a best
friend out of Katie because of coffee. While we were drinking our coffees, we
would spill our secrets to each other, laugh over our awkward junior high
selves, stalk people on Facebook and so much more. In a crazy and cheesy way,
coffee dates with Katie are what kept me sane throughout high school.
Because of
coffee I was also able to bond with my first (and only) college roommate. There
were countless times where Jackie would put on a pot of coffee and we would chat
about classes and life. In fact, just last week I went over to Jackie and
Michaela’s apartment to have coffee and study (however the studying quickly
turned into talking).
When your coffee is emotionally deeper than you |
Coffee has more
significance than just a beverage, it’s something that brings people together.
Since today is
National Coffee Day, I highly encourage you to grab some friends and go on a
coffee date. Life can get crazy busy. But that is why we need to stop and smell
the coffee and enjoy coffee dates with our friends.
USA Today has an
awesome article that talks about all the deals you can get on coffee throughout the country.