My Love Affair With Coffee

A cup of coffee that I had the other day

When I was young I would have never thought of touching coffee, until I reached the age of 19 and moved away from home for the first time to live with my friend about 200 miles away. This is where I met one of my now best friends;  we shall call him Quincella. He and I were stuck at the hip, so to speak.  He was still in high school and I was working part time, so I would pick him up every day from school and take him to his house where he would make his usual 3 cups of coffee. He drinks more coffee then anyone I have ever met.   I asked him why and he responded with, “I got it through the umbilical cord, and my mom use to dip my binkies in coffee so I would stop crying, so now I drink it every day. You wouldn’t want to meet me on a day I haven’t had my coffee. I drink at least one pot a day”. With that he grinned at me like a sly fox (his nickname-sake. We often call him Quincella the Fawkes). One of the first times I went to Quin’s house he was making coffee and offered me a cup and I declined, saying  “I’m sorry I don’t drink coffee.” Quin was surprised, but then that sick little fox mind started whirling. “You haven’t had my coffee.” He grinned evilly and started pulling out all kinds of creamer and powders,  he mixed his concoction then placed it in front of me. “Try that” he said, seemingly quite proud of himself. “But Quin, I don’t like coffee.” I disputed. “Just drink it.” He was determined, and I finally gave in and took a sip. The moment the flavors of coffee, sweetener, creamer, and chocolate pranced across my taste buds, I simply couldn’t believe it; I have never tasted anything so perfectly mixed. I asked what it was, and all Quin said was “Mocha, you like it?” I was hesitant to tell him the truth but I nodded and drank some more.  Ever since that day I have considered myself a coffee drinker, and it is one of my favorite things. Now that I have moved back home for school, I still drink coffee. But it makes me miss Quincella, who I often refer to as my little brother.                                                                                

Quincella The Fawkes Picture taken by himself

                I’ve been spending quite a lot of time with my friend (the same who dragged me to the far corners of the map to begin with), who is fellow coffee lover as well. Two days ago her grandma (whom she lives with currently) received the mother of all coffeemakers: A Keurig one cup. Holy god this is the greatest thing EVER invented, and it produces better coffee than what I could have ever paid for at a shop.  I can’t wait for Quin to come visit and enjoy this amazing piece of technology with me.