I can't believe it's already Wednesday. This week has been flying by, and I don't think I've really had a chance to catch it yet.
Jake and I had a wonderful evening with some friends of ours that we haven't visited with in ages, and it was great to catch up. I brought the meal, and they provided the coffee, wherein I had my 2nd and 3rd cup of hazelnut coffee for the day.
I don't know what it is about the stuff, but I just can't seem to get enough. Tea doesn't do it for me anymore. Oh, please don't get me wrong, I absolutely LOVE tea, especially at night just before bed. But coffee instantaneously fills me with warmth and a comfortable peace. It's been good for my soul.
I probably need to clarify that it's not the caffeine I crave, but rather the taste and richness of the blend. I can go for days without coffee and not have any adverse side effects. I can drink decaf and enjoy it just as much.
But I've changed since the day I swore I would never let a drop of coffee touch my lips.
That was before I'd tasted a latte. That was before I'd been to India where the coffee is laced with buffalo milk, and incites an exotic and flavourful aftertaste. That was before I discovered flavoured coffee beans.
That was before I decided to become a coffee connoisseur. Before I dreamt of the day I could drink it black and enjoy it for its own attributes rather than its cream content.
Oh yes, that was before....and this is now.