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I love coffee.
I like it hot, I like it cold; I like it black.
Somehow I made it to age 26 before my first foray into the world of caffeine. Not a chocolate eater or soda drinker, I felt like I could fly after my first cup! I was in Paris, I’d been up all night, and a great friend introduced me to espresso. It was love at first sip.
And so I joined a centuries-old tradition. From Wikipedia, here’s a glimpse at the origin of coffee:
The history of coffee can be traced to at least as early as the 9th century, when it appeared in the highlands of Ethiopia. Shepherds were the first to observe the influences of caffeine from the coffee beans when, after their goats consumed some naturally occurring coffee beans in the pasture, the goats appeared to “dance” and have an increased level of energy. From Ethiopia, it spread to Egypt and Yemen, and by the fifteenth century had reached Persia, Turkey, and northern Africa.
Dancing goats: what a great name for a coffee shop!
I like meeting friends for coffee, whether first thing in the morning (and mind you, my definition of “first thing” borders on lunchtime) or in the early evening. There’s something about drinking coffee with friends – taking a break from it all, and spending time communicating face-to-face rather than by text or email. I like it.
But not everyone does. In fact, there are people who are adamantly opposed to coffee. I completely respect avoiding coffee if that is part of one’s religious practice. But some people are just coffee jerks. I remember, on a ski trip in Colorado, I asked one of the guys in my group, “Can I get you a coffee?” and his response was “I don’t do caffeine.” What the #@$&? A simple “No thanks” would have sufficed. I think these anti-coffee people are in the same group as anti-television people – the ones who scoff at you when you ask if they happened to catch the latest episode of Lost. “I don’t do t.v.” Well, isn’t that special.
Lately, I’ve been spending some time (jacked up on coffee, of course) handing out postcards for an open air market in Boston. I’ll be selling my crafts there. The market features arts, crafts, organic food and, most likely, coffee. The cards were designed by a brilliant artist. As I left a stack of the cards in a local shop, a woman commented on how much she liked the design. I said, “Oh, please, go ahead and take one.” Her response? Yes, you guessed it! “I don’t do postcards.”
Well I do. Now it’s time for another cup of java and a little television.
Until next time,
Conna
I like it hot, I like it cold; I like it black.
Somehow I made it to age 26 before my first foray into the world of caffeine. Not a chocolate eater or soda drinker, I felt like I could fly after my first cup! I was in Paris, I’d been up all night, and a great friend introduced me to espresso. It was love at first sip.
And so I joined a centuries-old tradition. From Wikipedia, here’s a glimpse at the origin of coffee:
The history of coffee can be traced to at least as early as the 9th century, when it appeared in the highlands of Ethiopia. Shepherds were the first to observe the influences of caffeine from the coffee beans when, after their goats consumed some naturally occurring coffee beans in the pasture, the goats appeared to “dance” and have an increased level of energy. From Ethiopia, it spread to Egypt and Yemen, and by the fifteenth century had reached Persia, Turkey, and northern Africa.
Dancing goats: what a great name for a coffee shop!
I like meeting friends for coffee, whether first thing in the morning (and mind you, my definition of “first thing” borders on lunchtime) or in the early evening. There’s something about drinking coffee with friends – taking a break from it all, and spending time communicating face-to-face rather than by text or email. I like it.
But not everyone does. In fact, there are people who are adamantly opposed to coffee. I completely respect avoiding coffee if that is part of one’s religious practice. But some people are just coffee jerks. I remember, on a ski trip in Colorado, I asked one of the guys in my group, “Can I get you a coffee?” and his response was “I don’t do caffeine.” What the #@$&? A simple “No thanks” would have sufficed. I think these anti-coffee people are in the same group as anti-television people – the ones who scoff at you when you ask if they happened to catch the latest episode of Lost. “I don’t do t.v.” Well, isn’t that special.
Lately, I’ve been spending some time (jacked up on coffee, of course) handing out postcards for an open air market in Boston. I’ll be selling my crafts there. The market features arts, crafts, organic food and, most likely, coffee. The cards were designed by a brilliant artist. As I left a stack of the cards in a local shop, a woman commented on how much she liked the design. I said, “Oh, please, go ahead and take one.” Her response? Yes, you guessed it! “I don’t do postcards.”
Well I do. Now it’s time for another cup of java and a little television.
Until next time,
Conna
